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WoLyse Week 2024: Day 2 - AU

[Just Chatting] Meet My Sister!

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“Heeeeeey there chatty-chat! It’s ya girl, Sanda! How’s everybody doing? SleepySanda? Yeah, just rolled outta bed a few minutes ago, got a major case of bed-head, haha. Anyway, are you guys excited? You’re finally gonna meet my darling sister! Seeing a few SandaPogs in chat, that’s good. She’s a little skittish about this whole thing, so be gentle, alright? If this goes well, maybe I’ll be able to invite her over again! Then you’ll get to be little freaks. So… just be normal for now, okay? Okay! ‘No promises.’ WatersOfMars, you’d better be good! She likes women anyway, so hands off! Okay, that’s the doorbell. I’ll go check on her, make sure she’s good to go, and then you’ll see! My! Sister~!”

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………

“...But you promised!”

“I did, she didn’t. And I don’t want the whole world to know I’m dating…”

“Well, I don’t mind! Come on, what’s the harm in showing me off?”

“I knew I liked you! So what’s the problem, big sis? Everyone else is fine with it!”

“...Fine. If only to stop people thinking I’m dating that weird home-made lance guy.”

“Yaaaaaaaay!”

…

“Okay chat, we’re back, sorry about that! So without further ado, allow me to introduce to you… MY BIG SISTER! Introduce yourself, sis!”

“Uh… Hi? I’m Arashi. Think some of you have seen me before in other videos. I… Sanda, what does SandaGasm mean?”

“I’ll explain it to you later! (Chat, chill! Remember what I said about being weird!)”

Yoooooooo!

big sis got the big booba

SandaPog

SandaGasm

SandaGasm

is that the weird parkour girl?

Yo Sanda Is Your Sister Single? Asking For A Friend

god I’m gay

SandaPog

“But that’s not all I have for you today, chat! Oh, thank you for the superchat, DragonFucker69! “Your sister radiates a beautiful energy”, aww, thank you! She’s really sweet, I promise you. Best sister I could hope for!”

“…”

“Anyway, like I said, I got something else for you today, chat! Not only do we have my big sister, she’s also brought along her girlfriend for moral support! Come on in, Lyse!”

“Hiiiii everyone! How are you all doing? Bit of an impromptu collab, I know, but I couldn’t say no to Sanda bringing us both in for a quick chat. WatersOfMars, hi! Didn’t think you were one of Sanda’s mods!”

“Yeah, he’s been a big help, though there was a bit where his account got hacked. It was scary, but we made it through, didn’t we?”

“Sanda, what’s a SandaPog? Big booba…? Hey, why does everyone keep saying they’re gay?”

“It’s because you’re hot, Arashi, like I keep telling you. Mine are bigger though, right, chat?”

“Oh. But they really aren- mmph!”

“Ohohoho! We got a kiss live on air! (Thanks, Lyse, I owe you one.) Soooo, chat. Any burning questions for my darling sister? Oh, here’s a good one! How did you meet your lady love, my dearest sibling?”

“Oh, uh… I… Is it okay to say this on stream? It’s a bit…”

“We met online! She was part of a racing forum, I was a bit of a fangirl after seeing her on the track, we both bonded over our exercise routines, you know how it goes. Ah, yes, MagicMaestro, she is the other half I keep talking about in my lifting tutorials. No, she hasn’t learned to put the sets back in their proper place yet. I’ve mostly given up at this point.”

“Hey!”

“What? I wouldn’t have to tell them if it wasn’t true!”

“Oh yeah? Well how about you leaving our to- mmph! Rude!”

“Oooooh, spicy! Okay, let’s see what chat’s asking now…”

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Part 2/?

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Summary & Title (WIP/TBD): Basically a story of how Peter meets his M.J. Set when he first became Spider-Man, then following No Way Home. Plan to focus more on Peter Parker than Spider-Man. ***which disclaimer I know other people are writing about MJ and I’m not stealing any ideas and credit goes where it goes this is my version of the idea***

Pairing: Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker (college age) x femme!OC (M.J.)

Word Count: ~3.5K Warnings: mentions of blood, injury, pain, cursing

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"Peter? I mean-Spider-Man?" I looked up to see Peter tripping over his feet to lean on the nearest light post, "What are you- Are you okay?" I looked at him as he breathed heavily under his mask. I wanted to suggest he take it off, but as people walked by they did a double-take realizing who I stood with I kept my mouth shut and looked nervously around to see if any danger had followed him.

"Oh, hey, how was the retirement party?" He asked me genuinely. Now of all times, he remembered my plans. I had just snuck out of the party, getting tired of socializing, but part of me was kicking me for not staying. If I had I would have been subject to yet another round of listening to bad karaoke.

"Are you alright?" I repeated, stepping forward slightly as he used the post for support, almost slipping from it, but once he regained his posture some I back up again. I made sure to spot him slightly with my hands, weary of his state.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," He shook his head quickly, his hand waving in the air acting as if there wasn't a small stream of blood  running down his arms to his fingers onto the concrete, "Yeah, never better, never better, just, you know, on the clock..."

"I think you should clock out for the night," I implored worriedly. My mind was screaming to leave, but my body was firmly planted.

"No, no...I'm good, I'm good," He said with a sharp inhale of breath. I prayed it wasn't a broken rib, but by the way he wheezed I could tell it wasn't anything good. I could see how he was close to shaking due to the pain.

"Peter, you're bleeding on the sidewalk," I whispered as it started to collect in a small pool by our feet.  I was sure he had experienced worse, but seeing him the way he was didn't make it any easier to watch.

"Oh this," He laughed lightly trying to brush it off, only smearing it more on his suit, "It's nothing."

"People are starting to stare," I noticed as a small group gathered across the street to see what was going on under the dim, yellow light, "Let's-Let's just get you out of here...You have somewhere to go?"

"Just give me a second, I'll be out of your hair," He pushed himself from the post and tinkered with the devices on his wrist. I grabbed his wrist before he could do anything, already a step ahead of him.

"Don't tell me you're going to try and swing right now," I scolded him quietly, pulling his arm around my shoulders to get us moving along since people started to get closer, "C'mon, let's just go."

Peter was able to keep a good pace as we took off away from where we stood. However, I was sure we were a sight to see as we passed a few people along our journey. What am I doing? The question repeated louder and louder in my head with each step.

"Wait to hold on," I stopped the two of us before we hit the closest subway stop. I shuffled our bodies out of the light and leaded Peter against the closest building wall for support, "You need to ditch the mask."

"Wait...Hold on-... We can just-

"Trust me, if we're going on the train-

"The train?"

"I've only got money on my MetroCard, I don't have enough on me for a taxi," I said as I pulled off my jacket, planning to put it on Peter to make him look less conspicuous, "I mean you don't happen to carry your wallet in your spandex, do you?"

"Point taken," He winced as I pulled his arms through the rain jacket. I shuffled through my bag, getting everything ready to make it down smoothly. I noticed my hands started to shake from the newfound responsibility of Spider-Man. There was no imminent doom happening, but my body's anxiousness started to take over. Then without my help, Peter tugged on his mask to reveal his face and get a breath of fresh air.

"Oh god, Peter," I said once I saw the bruise that ran along   his temple down to his chin had already settled on a deep purple. I was tempted to reach out and touch it to see if it was real, but I held back and took his arm again.

"It's worse than it looks, promise."

Luck seemed to follow Peter indefinitely as the platform was practically empty thanks to it being a late night. However, now would be the perfect time for that one reporter to be working later to catch the story of the year. But it was New York, either way, people would probably have seen worse than what Peter and I looked like standing arm in arm for the train to arrive. As we stared at the map in front of up I was sure the worried expression only became more defined on my face.

"Alright," I sighed, collecting myself some to speak, "Where are we off to?"

"Forest Hills, Queens," He pointed where he lived with his head.  

"Queens?" I looked at him, my eyebrows shooting to  my hairline, "What are you doing all the way over here?"

"I travel for work."

"Funny."

I trailed my finger across the different colored lines, seeing which were still running and which route would be the quickest. Once I figured out the path of least resistance, we waited. The waiting was the worst part. We stood in Peter's pain having no other option as the metal car was ten minutes out. I had to shift every so often so my frame could fit his. My mind was racing with thoughts. I debated small talk, but even in a normal situation, it was the bane of my existence. By the time I thought I had built up the courage, the car stopped in front of us, doors opening.

At the next stop, a cold air wafted into the train, making me shiver. I took a deep breath, hoping it'd clear my head a bit. I surveyed the people within and it was yet again the rare occasion there were a limited amount of people. Across from Peter and I sat a mother and young son. His mother looked tired, her head back, eyes closed as she held her little boy's hand. It was a funny juxtaposition to sit across from. Peter kept his eyes trained on the boy, winking at him once the little boy looked down and saw the exposed part of his suit. I nudged Peter to tell him to leave it be, but it was like it only further encouraged him. Once again, he tinkered with the devices on his wrists, then shot a few strings of webs towards the child creating a little trinket for the boy and finishing it off by holding his finger up to his lips to keep it a secret. I would have thought it was endearing if it weren't for the new, unwanted attention. I cleared my throat as I crossed my legs in an attempt to cover Peter up better. The man at the end held onto the railing and nodded his head towards us. Hopefully, it was an unspoken understatement as I wasn't sure if I could handle more commotion. The headache from not drinking enough water made itself noticeable  when the doors beeped loudly, amplified the sound, and knocked it against my temples. With two fingers on each side, I tried to gently massage the pain away, hoping for relief. Thankfully, getting off the train and to his place was fairly easy, just slightly inconvenient and out of my way almost completely. I prayed I had money left on my card to get me back into the city. I'd have to stretch beforehand if I needed to hop the turnstile. When we finally approached the address he had directed us to, I wasn't sure if it would be wise to leave him at the door like a baby at a fire station.

Peter stopped as we made it up the short stoop, "I live with my aunt."

"I live with my brother," I spoke without thinking. There was no point in why I said it, especially the way I said it. But I understood. I'd never been able to live alone no matter how much I'd want to be left alone.

"She doesn't know," He continued, stopping as we reached the door, "I have to go through the window."

"You're joking."

"I wish I was."

"Can't we just sneak you up the stairs?" His eyes went back and forth between my eyes telling me no. Then I let out a shaky breath to say, "Ok, alright, then what do we do?"

It was a dumb question in hindsight. I knew better than to think we'd walk up the stairs or go through the back. Without verbally answering, Peter, with the arm that was over my shoulders, placed his hand under my arm and lifted it enough to be partially over his shoulder. It happened before I could react, our bodies springing upward and through the window in an almost seamless motion. Wordlessly, Peter detached from me heading to close his door which was locked by a system. Within a matter of seconds, he was smearing blood everywhere again. I stood by the window awkwardly unsure of when to step in if it was even needed.  But I could only wring my hands so many times before stepping in.

"You're getting everything dirty," I scolded quietly to cover my nerves, before instructing him to sit down by leading him to his chair, "Please tell me you have bandages."

"I should have some gauze in that drawer over there."

Pulling the drawer open I could see how this was a frequent enough occurrence for him that he was stocked up on medical supplies. Smart boy. There were rolls of gauze, sterile pads, and other things for disinfection. I could feel Peter's eyes on me the entire time I rifled through his things picking out what I thought fit. Neither of us expected me to make it this far, let alone stay this long. But as I made my way back to him, I knew I had to see it through some. I looked down at his suit searching for anything that indicated a zipper or button fixture to get it off but Peter was one step ahead peeling off the top half himself. I cringed slightly at the sight of his worn body. He needed medical attention, someone, that could properly wash his wounds and dress them. I wasn't sure if I was helping or hurting at this point as I dabbed him clean.

"You weren't following me tonight were you?" I finally spoke up as gently as I wrapped the gauze around his chest and back, almost done with the entire process. He shook his head innocently. I was confident he was telling me the truth but this bump in wasn't sitting well with me, "So I was just lucky enough to walk down the very same street you were on?"

"Honestly?" He looked up at me waiting for my confirmation before continuing, "I've had an...interesting... past couple of weeks. I don't really question fate anymore it just does its thing and I'm just along for the ride."

"I don't know if I believe in fate," I hummed honestly, "Especially since it's awfully convenient that you've come into the library almost every day this past week. Do you even like to read?"

"Here and there," He nodded, bringing his head side to side to match his words.

"As much as I'd like you to keep your distance," I started with a big breath, then finally made some eye contact with him, "You do know you are actually allowed to check out a book... I won't bite."

"Noted." Just being able to sit clearly helped his physical situation. However, I hit an especially tender area, "Sorry."

"You're sorry?" I asked him incredulously, scanning over his body to see if I had done any more damage, "I just-I...I don't think I should be doing this..." I started to back away, reality hit me like a ton of bricks, "I'm not a doctor, you should see a doctor."

"Don't worry, I'll be good in a few hours."

"I shouldn't be here...This is a bad idea..." I only continued to shake my head profusely. The adrenaline had run its course now and I was thinking more clearly than I had moments ago,  "A really bad idea."

"MJ-

"I-I should go."

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The headphones over my ears dulled every sound even though the music that had been playing from them not too long ago had died. It was difficult to keep my eyes open for longer than a few heartbeats as I stared down at the paper in front of me. I lost count on how many times I reread the problem.

"Sleeping on the job?"

I perked up at the sudden noise, the sudden question. I was in a haze, for a second possibly thinking I had been caught falling asleep. However, the feeling dissipated when I saw the boy who had sat down in front of me, "You again..."

"Me again..." Peter smiled cheekily, all his teeth on display in a slightly nervous and predictable manner. I hadn't seen him since I had left him half wrapped in his bedroom. The bruise on his face was significantly better than the other night, but it was still nasty and prominent. Now, in the light, I could see how both of his eyes had broken blood vessels. Few hours my ass.

"You have to stop-

"I know, I know," He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the long table as to not disturb the other people around us. His nervous laugh returned at my unamused expression, "I just wanted to thank you for the other night and I knew you'd be working today because, well it's Monday."

"No problem," I nodded my head firmly, eyes going back down to the worksheet in front of me.

He proved to be more observant than I thought. I kept my eyes trained down, knowing if I gave him an inch, he'd think he was a ruler. However, I hadn't realized he had come in with determination. He stayed sitting in front of me, drumming his fingers on the table, each beat more encouragement to speak up again, "Are you not working today?"

"I traded shifts," I stated bluntly. I wasn't sure why I was entertaining the conversation, but I did know part of the reason was pure procrastination.

"But you're still here?"

"I thought this would be a nice quiet place for me to get this done," I sighed, placing my hand down and looking up at him again, "But apparently not." Then I gave him the answer he was looking for, "I'm studying. I have a mid-term coming up and I cannot figure this..." I trailed off thinking I had finally solved the equation, "It's so frustrating that this math class is a requirement," I let out my complaint, as I erased the entire thing to start over all again, "I mean I'm studying for a liberal arts degree, I thought this would be an easy gen-ed for my math requirement..."

Peter seemed amused by my frustration. It was probably the most he'd heard me speak that wasn't reprimanding him or protests towards him. It was his turn to look down, examining the paper on the table for a moment. The way his eyes shifted told me he was familiar with the subject, at least much more than I would ever be.

"I can help you, you know, as a thank you of sorts," I eyed him carefully, not sure what to make of his offer. But he wasn't exactly taking my hesitation as a no as he slid my notebook toward himself and took the pencil out of my hand to say, "I can give you a little cheat sheet, helps get the nonsense out of the way."

I watched him intently as he scribbled away. Every so often he'd glance up at me to assure him to continue. He was acting as if he were my TA. As if we were friends in the same class. As if we really did know each other and we met up here specifically to study. As if we knew each other. He was getting more comfortable by the minute but we were still trying to find our footing in how to interact.

"So, where do you go?" He asked me, multitasking as he erased a few of my mistakes. At this rate, the paper would be blank and I'd be starting over once again.

I finally pulled off the headphones around the neck to succumb to the interaction, "The community college down the road."

"Nice, very nice." He wanted me to say more, but there was nothing more for me to say. I was too distracted by how expertly he did the problems himself as if seeing if he still had it.  Double-checking his own work quickly to make sure he could guide me correctly. He finished up his scribbling, sliding the paper back to me, "You should be all set now."

"Alright, well, Peter, as always, nice to see you," I said sarcastically, shielding my paper a bit as I finished by saying, "But I've got to get back to studying."

"Try them again," He pointed to my paper, he wasn't budging an inch, "Then I can check it."

I had missed office hours. I needed any help I could get because I waited until the last minute to do the study sheet. It was proving my mistakes in real-time. He was studying my face as I tried the problem again. I wanted to ask what he was looking for, but I just tried to ignore the feeling. I glanced up at him every now and then. He had encouraging eyes that made me squirm. He rested his head on his arms as he watched me. It was like he wanted to say something to me, tell me something, but he wasn't sure if I was ready to listen.  He rubbed his lips with his finger in thought right before catching my gaze on him. I hadn't meant for it to linger but it was hard not to. His demeanor held my interest. I hadn't even noticed how my eyes naturally drifted over to look at Peter again.

"I can't focus with you staring at me the entire time," I scowled slightly, my eyes flicking between him and the notebook. I barely wanted to admit to myself that his eyes on me caused a small, almost non-existent blush to creep up my neck. I doubted it was due to him, more due to the embarrassment of still not understanding the equation even with his so-called 'cheat-sheet'.

"Sorry," He mumbled, closing his eyes languidly while keeping his chin rested on top of his arms.

What had started out as playful joking quickly turned into a deep slumber. No doubt his body was exhausted from doing whatever he had been doing. Looking at him now made me realize his insane duality. I assumed he was roughly my age, just someone young who runs around with a skateboard and backpack. If there was a line up he'd probably be the last I'd pick to embody the Spider-Man. With each interaction, I craved more information about him. I didn't care how he got the way he did. I didn't care who had given him such a beating. I cared more about finding out about Peter than I did Spider-Man. But it was hard to distinguish the two since they're so intermingled. Even now, as Peter slept peacefully in front of me, his face showed the residue of Spider-Man.

"Alright," I whispered harsher than I meant to, poking Peter with my pencil, trying to rid my previous thoughts. What a hypocrite I was.

It took one more poke for his eye to flash open, his body sitting up in the same manner as he cleared his throat ready to inspect my handiwork. I regretted handing it to him because he was quick to break the bad news to me, "Well...They're all wrong."

"Fuck," I muttered to myself, then quickly went to grab the book back out of embarrassment, but Peter moved faster, "Forget it, it's fine, I'll figure it out."

"Don't worry, we can figure this out," He tore out a piece of paper, getting ready to settle into a math lesson with me, "We just need to figure out your thought process is all, I mean if you…”

I chewed my lips, debating if I should accept his help or not until I ultimately folded, "Please."

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love language;

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Summary: you and bucky demonstrate love for each other through touch

Word count: 390

Warnings: fluffly, small mention of trauma

Author's note: this is so far the sweetest thing i've ever written, i hope y'll like it. english it’s not my first language so im deeply sorry for any mistakes or inconveniences.

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Touch. the Marriam-Webster defines touch as to bring a bodily part into contact with especially so as to perceive through the tactile sense: handle or feel gently usually with the intent to understand or appreciate.

For you touch was synonymous with family, home, and love. 

For bucky, touch was synonymous with pain.

For 90 years of his overextended life, touch was always followed by pain.

When you two started to date, you notice that he was very touch-starved, always trying to touch you in any way. a hand resting on your thigh while he was driving, arm wrapped around your shoulders while you two walked the new york cold streets, or simply holding your hand under the table during a debriefing meeting at the compound.

At the beginning of the relationship, you both had decided to keep your “thing” a secret. not that you didn’t want to be seen with bucky, you just didn’t want the other avengers to shove their noses on your dating life, which was extremely common. 

But it became a little hard to hide the fact that you and bucky were together. when everybody was chilling in the living room or watching some movie that peter assured it would be worth, you and bucky would be sitting really close to each other or you would be lying on the couch with your head on his lap while he runs his fingers through your hair.

He needed to be touching you, he felt safe. 

After a couple of months together, the pain was disassociated with touch. touch became a reminder of how much he needed you

the way you would touch his metal arm with the same frequency as his flesh one, so he doesn’t feel like you are afraid of it. or the way you would hold his hand when you were nervous and even the way you would slap his arm when he says something childish.

You became addicted to his touch.

sleep was only possible if his hands were in your waist. cooking wasn’t the same if he didn’t hug you by the back and plant kisses on your neck.

When the two of you were apart during a mission you would count the days to feel each other touch again.

touch was the love language in the relationship and nothing could change that.

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bucky barnes x reader

Summary: bucky learns how to love again, after 90 years

Word count: 403

Warnings: a bit of angst, a bit of fluffy

Author's note: inspired on "love song" by YUNGBLUD. english it’s not my first language so I’m deeply sorry for any mistakes or inconveniences. xoxo, lola

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For 90 years bucky forgot what love was, he was frozen, awakened just to kill. and then, he was assigned to kill Steve and everything changed.

Bucky ran away from hydra, got his memories back, was accused of blowing up the UN, fought in the civil war, watched the avengers fall, went back on cryo, managed to get rid of the winter soldier's programming with Shuri’s help, fought the infinity war, disappeared for 5 years, came back to be in another fight, had to watch his best friend leave him all alone in a new time for a girl he barely knew, and he met you.

You were a fellow avenger, Steve had recruited you a couple of months before shield had fallen, you used to be a level 7 agent back in the days. and bucky met you in 2016, you stood by cap’s side and watched the avengers fall.

After that, you stayed in Wakanda, watching bucky for Steve, helping Shuri in the lab, and T’challa with some missions. Wakanda is a beautiful place and always will have a spot in your heart, was where you fell in love with bucky.

Everything about you made bucky’s heart melt, the sound of your voice, the soft smell of your perfume, the way you would put your hand on your belly and lean back every time you laughed.

He fell in you with you the first time he saw you

1 month after everyone came back of the blip, you and bucky started a relationship, everything was great but bucky had to adapt to a lot of things at the same time.

He was doing his best and at the same time learning how to love again.

Learning who to communicate,

Learning that touch wasn't followed by pain, anymore,

Learning how trust,

And learning how to feel again.

You made a big difference in his life, he soon realized that he wasn't alone anymore and that he could be vulnerable by your side.

With you, he wasn't James Buchanan Barnes, former Winter Soldier and a killing machine. he was just Bucky Barnes, a pretty boy from Brooklyn who stole your heart.

Things with bucky were easy and smooth, you were perfect to each other.

By your side, bucky found comfort and a shoulder to cry to when thing weren't easy

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By your side, bucky became his true self again

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