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little freak (peter parker x gn!reader)

Summary: (Post NWH) Peter Parker knows that it sucks to go through life alone. But after everything that he put you through, staying away from you is the right choice...right?

Word Count: ~4.4k

Warnings: Language, allusions to sex, kidnapping, near death experience, loneliness, lowkey inspired by Little Freak by Harry Styles.

A/N: I haven't written for Peter Parker in so long holy cow!!!!

Peter Parker knows that it sucks to go through life alone.

But when the whole world forgets you exist, loneliness is a guarantee.

Columbia University is fine. It isn't MIT, and Peter isn’t there with his best friends, but it’s a good school and MJ and Ned don’t remember him anyway, so going to the same school as them doesn’t really matter all that much anymore.

Peter reminds himself of these things like a mantra, that everything’s fine. He also tamps down the panic he feels anytime he sees you on campus.

He knows he can’t avoid you forever. He also knows if you do see him, you won’t know him, so he can just politely smile and keep walking and it will be like nothing happened at all.

But Peter keeps on hiding from you because of the heartbreak that threatens to tear his chest in two. Saying goodbye to you was one of the hardest things he’s ever done. The memory of finding you at your job at Delmar’s Deli last winter and not reintroducing himself like he promised tears him up inside, but it was the right choice. Still is the right choice.

Anyone who gets too close to Peter ends up hurt, or worse. Peter would rather die himself than hurt you more than he has already.

He’s content to be miserable and alone if it keeps you safe—but that all changes spring semester of freshman year, when you walk into the Psychology 101 lecture hall and take a seat next to him.

“Hey!” you say with such warmth and familiarity, Peter wonders if you do remember him now.

He drops the pencil he’s holding.

“Uh, hi,” he says, trying to calm his racing heartbeat.

“I’m Y/N,” you say. “Nice to meet you.”

You hold out a hand to shake and Peter’s hope deflates. Of course. You’re just being nice. You’re always nice, even to strangers, even to people that don’t deserve it.

“Nice to meet you too,” Peter says. He shakes your hand and remembers a second too late to add, “Peter. I’m Peter Parker.”

Something indiscernible flashes across your face.

“Peter Parker,” you repeat. The name is familiar. Why is it familiar?

Before you two can chat more, the professor begins his lecture. Throughout it, Peter steals glances at you every few minutes.

You’re a little older, but otherwise, it’s like no time has changed since the two of you were together. Since the days where you sat on his kitchen counter while he synthesized new web fluid over the stove. Since the days when you’d snap photos of him as Spidey in action for the school news team. Since the nights he’d sit with you on your fire escape, whispering about your plans for the future and stealing kisses under the stars.

Peter wants to go back to those days and nights, but he can’t.

So after class, when you ask if he wants to join you for lunch, he declines.

“I’ve got to study,” he lies. “Thanks, though! I’ll see you.”

He gives you a curt nod and polite smile before he jogs out of the room. Embarrassed, you call your friends Ned and MJ to debrief.

“I’m mortified,” you tell them after explaining what happened. “He practically sprinted away from me!”

“At least he was nice when he turned you down,” Ned points out, voice slightly garbled from a bad connection. “He could’ve been a jerk.”

“What’s his name again,” MJ asks.

“Peter Parker.”

“Huh. Sounds familiar.”

“That’s what I thought!” you say, pressing the phone closer to your ear. “A lot of celebrities send their kids to college in New York. Maybe he’s a nepo baby.”

You hear the clicking of keyboard keys.

“That’s weird,” Ned says. “I searched his name online and found…nothing.”

“Impossible,” MJ says. “Everyone has a digital footprint.”

“Not Peter Parker. Except for an Instagram account he made three months ago with no posts on it, there’s no trace of him.”

“Huh,” you mumble. “Super weird.”

“Stay away from him,” Ned warns. “He could be a serial killer.”

“Oh my god, he’s not a killer!” MJ says. “If he is, he would’ve agreed to lunch and then stabbed Y/N with a fork.”

“This conversation took a dark turn,” you say, shuddering at the image of the cute guy in your psychology lecture murdering you violently. “I’ll talk to you guys later.”

Things continue the same for a while: you and Peter exchange kind smiles and idle small talk before the psychology lectures, but as soon as class is over, he races off faster than you can say, “Got any lunch plans?”

One day, you walk into class and he’s wearing a large pair of sunglasses.

“Hey Peter,” you say. “I like your glasses!”

“Oh, thanks,” he says. Truthfully, he’s wearing them to cover a bruise, courtesy of a new low-level villain terrorizing Manhattan, a trickster called The Spot. “I’m afraid they make me look like a douchebag.”

“No way! You look so cool.”

Peter blushes and mumbles out a thanks.

After class, he packs up his bag fast, about to do his usual Irish Goodbye and leave before you can ask him anything. However, you’re too quick this time.

“Look,” you say, “I need to be real with you, Peter: I think you’re really cute and I’d like to get to know you more. Want to get lunch with me?”

Peter’s eyes widen.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he stammers. He adjusts the sunglasses. “I’ve got some stuff going on.”

“It doesn’t have to be lunch,” you say. “And it doesn’t have to be today. We could get dinner, or brunch, any day you want. Whatever works.”

You’re aware that you sound desperate. Shockingly, you don’t care.

Peter considers giving in. But he remembers the look of terror on your face as you fell off the scaffolding in the big battle. If Peter 3 hadn’t been there to catch you, you would’ve been killed.

“I’m really sorry,” Peter says, voice small. “You seem like a nice person. But I’m not interested.”

You visibly deflate, shrinking in on yourself as if you wish to miniaturize yourself like Ant-Man and disappear.

“Oh, no worries,” you say. You smile apologetically at him, voice shaking a bit. “I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t apologize,” Peter begs. “It’s okay. Really.”

This time, you leave first, head down as you cut through the crowd of students leaving for lunch or new classes.

Peter feels like a total jerk. But he’s protecting you. This is the best course of action. Right?

***

“What’s his address? I just wanna talk.”

“MJ, stop,” you say. The two of you are FaceTiming that evening, and you’ve just given her the rundown of your failed attempt at asking Peter out. You swipe a stray tear from your eye. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Nevermind, I don’t need his address,” MJ says. Her eyes glint with malice. “When we come for your birthday, Ned and I will track him down and beat him up for making you cry.”

“I thought you were a pacifist.”

“I am, until my best friend cries.”

“I don’t even know why I am crying,” you admit. “I mean, why do I care so much? I barely know the guy. But…”

“But what?”

You don’t know how to explain it. There’s an affinity for Peter Parker nestled somewhere deep in your ribcage, and you don’t know why. But it’s threatening to tear you in two pieces or swallow you whole if you don’t get over yourself.

“But he’s got a nice butt,” you say, attempting to lighten the mood. “I really wanted the chance to touch it.”

“There are better butts attached to nicer people,” MJ promises. “Guys that won’t totally shut you down without even giving you a chance.”

You hope that’s true.

***

When your birthday rolls around, Peter wonders if it would be weird to get you a gift.

Probably, right? Since you’re just psychology seat partners. But he knows how you didn’t have many good birthdays growing up, and in another life when the two of you were dating, he always went all out for your special day.

He chickens out and doesn’t buy you anything, but when you walk into class with a red birthday ribbon pinned to your jacket, he takes the opportunity to say: “Whoa, happy birthday!”

“Thanks,” you say with a shy smile. “I know, this is corny. My friends forced me to wear it.”

“Your friends?” he says, mind flashing to Ned and MJ. He misses them terribly.

“Yep, my best friends Ned and MJ. They’re at MIT but visiting for the weekend and throwing me a surprise party. They’re not very good at the ‘surprise’ part.” You clear your throat. “You can come, if you want. But no pressure.”

Peter considers declining, but he really, really doesn’t want to. He allows himself to be selfish, just once.

“I’d love to,” Peter says with a smile.

After he makes the rounds as Spider-Man, he arrives at your apartment. There are more people at the party than he expected. He recognizes a couple fellow Columbia students, and another student from your shared psych class hands him a cup of cheap beer. His heart stops up when he sees you in the crowd.

You’re dressed up more than usual, with the addition of a sparkly, plastic birthday crown. You’re talking and laughing with Ned across the room. You look happy. You look gorgeous.

Peter’s feet move faster than his brain. He’s stricken with the overwhelming urge to walk over there and tell you just how good you look, to backtrack on what he said before and beg you to go on a date with him. He misses you, he can’t be without you anymore, and goddamn, you’re stunning—

Smack! Peter runs into MJ, spilling beer down the front of her shirt. He was too distracted for his spidey sense to kick in and warn him.

“Hey, watch it!” she scowls.

“MJ!” Peter squeaks out. “I’m so sorry!”

The scowl deepens.

“How do you know my name?” she demands, fixing him with a harsh glare.

Shit.

“Uh, you’re Y/N’s friend!” Peter blurts out. “They talk about you, like, all the time.”

You’ve mentioned MJ maybe twice.

“I’m Peter,” he continues, holding out a hand to shake.

MJ crosses her arms, ignoring his outstretched hand.

“You made Y/N cry,” she says in lieu of a proper greeting.

“What?! When?!”

“When they asked you to lunch and you didn’t even give them a chance. Y/N’s the best person I know. You’re really missing out.”

Peter feels awash in shame. He didn’t realize just how upset he had made you. That was the last thing he wanted.

“Oh, I didn’t mean—I just—well, I’m—”

Before Peter can stumble his way through an excuse, you and Ned head over.

“MJ, what happened?” you say, noticing the beer stain.

MJ nods in Peter’s direction. “Pete the Klutz gave me a Natty Lite bath.”

“I’m so sorry, again,” Peter says, blushing furiously.

“I’m sure it was just an accident,” you say. “No worries. Right, MJ?”

She doesn’t respond. You nudge her with your elbow and she says, “Yeah, whatever, it’s fine.”

“I can help you get that out,” you say. “We’ll be back! Ned, Peter, make yourselves at home.”

Ned, always so kind, turns to Peter with a bright smile.

“So,” he says. “Do you like Star Wars?”

“Do I?” Peter says. “Does only a Sith deal in absolutes?”

“Oh yeah! Y/N loves it too. A few years ago we built a huge LEGO Death Star.”

Peter swallows the lump in his throat. That was the day you and Ned found out his secret, when he crawled into his room at the wrong time.

“That’s awesome, man,” Peter says weakly. He forces a grin, so Ned doesn’t pick up on his mood shift, and asks, “How many pieces was it?”

He talks with Ned for a bit, and when you and MJ return, he chats with you for only a moment, before you’re dragged away for cake and presents.

Peter leaves the party early. He feels like an ass, but he does it because he was right to keep his distance: being with you like this—this phony version of himself, the one where he can’t tell you the truth or keep you close—is killing him inside.

***

Peter’s spidey sense usually only picks up on true terror and panic. However, while walking through the campus library, his sense picks up a different kind of distress: deep, enveloping sadness.

It’s the kind that can eat you alive from the inside out. Peter knows it well, and it’s coming from the direction of a study room.

Through the tinted glass in the door of the room, he can just barely make out a silhouette backlit by a computer screen glow. The figure has their head in their hands, shoulders shaking as they sob. Peter stops breathing when he realizes it’s you.

He can’t even stop himself before he’s twisting the doorknob and entering.

“Y/N,” he says urgently, “are you all right?”

“Peter,” you say, quickly wiping the tears away. “Sorry. You caught me at a bad time.”

You start packing up your things with shaking hands. Peter puts a hand on your shoulder to stop you. You suck in a breath, trying to calm your breathing.

“What happened?” he says. Warped visions of you falling off the scaffolding haunt him once again, this time combined with even more gruesome visions from Mysterio’s mind-bending tricks. “Did somebody hurt you?”

“Someone would have to care about me to want to hurt me,” you mumble, hoping Peter won’t hear. Because of the super abilities you don’t remember he possesses, he does.

“People do care about you!” Peter protests. “I care about you.”

You scoff, a little meanly.

“Yeah, okay,” you snap. You resume shoving books in your bag and close your laptop a little harsher than necessary.

“I do, seriously—”

“Oh, really?” you say. You glare at him in a way that could turn a man to stone. “Is that why you barely talk to me in class, except for chit-chat about the weather? Or why you left my birthday party early? I don’t even know why I try with you, Peter. You’ve made it abundantly clear we’re not friends.”

You toss your bag over your shoulder and storm out.

“Hey, hold on,” Peter says, following you into the stacks. The two of you get shushed by someone, and he drops his voice to a whisper. “I’m sorry I left. You just had so many other friends there and I didn’t want—”

“Those people aren’t my friends!” you hiss. “MJ and Ned are my friends. The others were all invited by my roommate, because I have no social life. No love life. And to top it all off, I’m barely passing my classes.” You sniffle and rub your eyes harshly. “I’m a fucking wreck.”

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. You know, I could help you study—”

“Spare me, Peter. Don’t pretend like you all of a sudden care about me.”

Peter wants to scream until his voice is hoarse that he does care about you, so much. That he loves you and would do anything for you. That he misses your smile, your kiss, your touch.

“I’m not pretending,” he says, voice cracking. “I know I’ve been a little cold to you, and I apologize for that. I’m here for you, always.”

You roll your eyes and huff. You start to turn away, but Peter stops you.

“Please call or text me anytime, no matter when,” he says. He tears a page out of his notebook and scribbles his cell number on it. “Life kinda sucks sometimes. You shouldn’t have to deal with it alone.”

You’re still glaring at him, but you accept the note before darting away.

Peter watches you go, cursing himself for keeping his distance for so long when you needed the opposite. He makes a promise to himself right then and there that he’s not leaving you alone anymore. Never again.

***

Over time, you soften to Peter once more.

He makes more of an effort to “get to know you” in your before-class chats—even though he knows everything from before Dr. Strange’s spell. He also tells you more about himself, except for the obvious secrets.

Feeling bold, Peter asks you to go to lunch with him after class a few days after your conversation in the library. You’re suspicious by his sudden interest and look like you want to turn him down, but curiosity gets the better of you and you agree.

One lunch turns to two, which turns to five, which turns to every day, even the days you don’t have psych together.

You aren’t dating again, but Peter won’t lie and say he hasn’t thought about wrapping his arms around you and kissing you sweetly.

He gives into the temptation after he walks you home from lunch one day.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N!” Peter says, once you’ve arrived at your apartment door.

“See you,” you say. You start to stick your key in the lock, but suddenly turn back. “Hey, wait. Can I tell you something?”

“Sure,” Peter says. “What’s up?”

You clear your throat, unable to look him directly in the eye. You focus on a piece of lint on his shoulder and say, “Listen, Peter, I’m fine to continue with these completely platonic lunches, but I can’t deny anymore that I’m head over heels for you and want you to be my boyfriend.”

Peter stops breathing.

“You are?” he says, voice cracking.

“Yeah,” you say. “I don’t know why, but I feel so close to you. Like I’ve known you for longer than half a semester. And if you don’t feel the same, that’s totally fine. I won’t be upset and I still want to be your friend. I just had to get it off my chest. So…yeah. You don’t have to say anything or—”

Peter surges forward, hands cupping her cheeks as he kisses you. You kiss him back, apartment keys slipping out of your fingers.

Peter realizes what he’s doing and pulls away, eyes tinted with shame and regret.

“Oh god,” he says. “Y/N, I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” you say, forcing an awkward laugh. “I think that was the best kiss of my life.”

“I shouldn’t have done that,” Peter continues. He watches as your face morphs from confused to sad. “I like you too!” he quickly reassures. “And I do want to be your boyfriend. But my life is…it’s not easy. And being with me won’t be easy. I have…problems.”

“Pete,” you say. He melts at the nickname. “Everyone has problems. I sure as hell have plenty of my own. But I like you a lot. And if you like me too, don’t we owe it to ourselves to try?”

Peter’s mouth goes dry. He wants to shut this down. That would be the responsible thing.

Love trumps responsibility. Peter kisses you again, and again, and again, and then you grab your keys and clumsily unlock your door, dragging him inside with you to kiss some more.

***

Peter’s a nice boyfriend, but he’s flighty.

He’s late often, or he leaves early. You try not to let it bother you, because when Peter is around, he’s kind and loving and always gives you his undivided attention.

But you can only wake up to an empty bed after a night of passion so many times before it starts to hurt.

You decide you’re going to ask Peter why he never stays the full night with you. Not to be accusatory. Just in a casual, roundabout, you-still-like-me-right? type way.

You walk across campus, heading toward the bus stop that’ll take you to Peter’s place when you get the sense you’re being watched.

Hackles raised, you turn and glance behind you. No one is there.

You shudder and face front, walking a bit faster.

It’s early morning. Dapples of light wash the world in a rosy glow. It should be serene, but you still feel eyes on you, burning your skin like pinpricks.

You break into a jog, only two minutes from the bus stop. You think that you can make it, until—

Smack! Something unseen trips you, and you faceplant onto the sidewalk.

“What’s wrong, Spider-Man?” Somebody above you cackles. “Not expecting to see me?”

You quickly turn onto your back and gasp. A man towers above you. He’s wearing a white suit covered in black spots, like a poor man’s excuse for a dalmatian.

“I’m not Spider-Man!” you say, crawling backward away from him. “I swear!”

“Nice try!” he snaps. “I’ve been watching you, and after our battles, you always come back to campus. You always swing to the same apartment, and I followed you there. Don’t try to deny it!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, voice shaking. “I’m just a dumbass trying to get a degree. Now, if you excuse me—”

You try to stand, but the dalmatian wannabe raises his fist. Before you can scream for help, he whacks you in the forehead. The world fades to black.

***

Peter drags himself through his apartment, sore from Kingpin’s punches the night prior and wishing he was still with you.

Each time the two of you sleep together, Peter gets a spidey sense for trouble after you're asleep. He has to disappear without warning in the middle of the night.

Maybe the universe really hates me, Peter thinks. I finally get Y/N back, but I’ll lose them again if I keep ditching them like this.

He starts to pour a bowl of cereal but spills it all over the counter when he gets it: a sudden sense that you’re in trouble.

He’s not 100% sure how he can tell it’s you, but he just knows. He gets a feeling of where in the city you are and quickly suits up, before crawling onto the fire escape and swinging your way.

He’s on autopilot, only focused on one thing: keeping you safe.

He swings to the Brooklyn Bridge and, to his horror, The Spot has you tied up. Traffic is stopped on either side of the two of you.

You’re unconscious, chin tucked to your chest, but there’s a huge bruise forming over your left eye. Under his mask, Peter scowls.

“Hey, Spot!” Peter yells, landing a few yards away. “Aren’t you late for obedience school?”

“What?!” The Spot says, shaking his head vehemently. “No, no. You aren’t Spider-Man!”

“Aren’t I?” Peter says, gesturing to his suit. “Damn, you need your eyes checked.”

“You aren’t Spider-Man because they are!” The Spot says, pointing in your direction. “And Kingpin sent me to toss them into the East River!”

The crowd that’s gathered gasps and murmurs.

Peter’s heart sinks. After doing his Spidey thing, he must have swung to your apartment one too many times. This Dr. Strange Wannabe with terrible fashion sense followed him there and assumed you were him the next time you left.

Peter pushes down the nauseous feeling that swirls in his stomach. He can’t get distracted by guilt, not right now.

“There's only one Spider-Man,” Peter says coolly, "and he’s me. So, let them go, or else.”

The Spot cackles.

“Or else what?” he taunts. “You’re going to web me up? Try and catch me, first!”

The Spot opens a portal to the left of Peter’s head and punches him between the eyes. Peter staggers back as the villain pulls his arm back, closing the portal.

A game of cat and mouse continues: Peter shoots webs at The Spot. The Spot dives through a portal to avoid the webs. He punches Peter and gets cocky, and then Peter punches The Spot while the villain’s guard is down.

Eventually, you come to, head pounding. You adjust to the sound of people cheering, punches being thrown, and…is that water?

The Spot notices you stir and opens a new portal, right underneath you. The portal dumps you high in the sky. Gravity pulls you toward the choppy surface of the river, and you scream.

Peter moves on autopilot. He connects a web to the bridge and swings out to you, wrapping an arm around your waist when you’re three yards from the water. You burrow your head onto his shoulder and sob.

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” Peter says, holding you tight. “I’ve got you now.”

He swings back to the bridge and gently places you on the ground. He works to untie you as police cars and ambulances pull up. The Spot is nowhere to be found.

“I’m sorry, Spider-Man,” you say, sniffling and trying to keep tears from falling. “If you hadn’t saved me, you would’ve gotten your villain.”

“Don’t ever apologize,” he says. “I’m here for you, always.”

The way he says it…it stirs something in you. A memory.

Your eyebrows lift. Your jaw goes slack. You study Spider-Man’s mask, recognizing it. Not because Spider-Man is the most popular hero in the city—because you’ve seen this mask before. Touched it before. Pulled it off and kissed the boy underneath it.

Spider-Man starts to swing away so the EMTs can check you over, but you grab his covered hand to stop him.

His hands. They’re calloused and warm, and they fit yours perfectly. In another life, you used to doodle on those hands in Mr. Harrington’s class at Midtown. Because Spider-Man is Peter Parker, and Peter Parker was a student with you at Midtown.

A baptism of memories washes over you. You remember two lives: one where you met Peter at Midtown orientation. One where you met him in Psychology 101. You love him fiercely in both.

“Pete,” you whisper, quietly so only he can hear you. “It’s you.”

The white eyes on Spider-Man’s mask grow in size. Before he can respond, you throw your arms around his neck and hug him.

“I remember,” you say. “I remember everything. Vulture, Mysterio, the other yous…oh my god, Pete.”

You’re crying again, before you can help it. Under his mask, Peter cries too, holding you close as his mind buzzes away.

You remember him.

***

Peter Parker knows that it sucks to go through life alone.

He’s indescribably lucky that you’ve chosen to stay by his side, in every lifetime.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x gn!reader #peter parker fanfic #spider-man x reader #spider-man fanfic #mcu fic: little freak

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phoenixyfriend · 11 months

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Rex/Ventress for that ship meme!

Put a ship in my ask and I will tell you a bit about how each of the following scenarios would go down for them:

Fake dating I think the best way for this to go down is that the two of them run into each other while on unrelated undercover missions at the same event. They are very Not Subtle about noticing and recognizing each other, and people can tell, and they stumble their way into claiming they're a couple when trying to explain. They have to run with it, which involves getting in each others' way a lot because their respective missions aren't actually compatible.

Bodyswap A primary conflict here would be "Ventress no longer has access to the Force, and thus feels as though she's lost an entire sense, and is kind of freaking out about it" and "Rex now has the Force, and is wearing a body that is addicted to the dark side, and he has precisely zero experience in controlling it." They're stuck trying to find/relocate the other person in order to switch back, and the whole situation is Not Helped by the Force situation.

Sexpollen/fuck or die/aliens made them do it Eeeeeeeeh classic plot format, captured by Zygerrian Slavers who want them To Breed to see if they can get some Strong And Durable babies out of these new holdings.

Dark!fic [buries face in hands] Ventress (threatens to) torture Rex for information. He's unwillingly and unreasonably into it. Things spiral, and it gets worse before it gets better.

Secret kinks I think Ventress wants Rex to tie her up. I have malleable headcanons as far as kink goes for most characters, including Ventress, but with Rex, I think she's a bondage bottom.

Their first kiss Definitely a rough and bloody and "covered in ash and dirt" mid-battle sort of thing.

Meeting the parents [stares at keyboard] I think the closest thing either of them has left to a parent is Dooku? Jango and Ky are dead, and Ventress doesn't know really know her bio mom or Talzin, so uh. I guess. I guess Rex has to beg Obi-Wan for lessons on The Right Spoons For The Eight Course Meal so he can go meet Ventress's grump grandpa in a setting that isn't attempted murder.

Moving in together I am not convinced either of them knows how to go about finding an apartment. They've both lived either With An Adult or In Military Housing for most of their lives. I mean, Ventress probably did something between leaving Ratattak and finding Dooku, but I doubt it was legally signing a lease, you know? I think they move into a wing of Dooku's castle for about five weeks before they're looking for a way out and move to Coruscant or something and just temporarily end up in a Jedi Temple apartment while searching for housing because living with Dooku is suffocating, even with an entire castle to avoid each other in.

A crossover of my choice Okay I know this is a little stupid but please imagine them dressed up as MCU Hawkeye and Black Widow thank you

An au of my choice Some kind of fairy tale AU where Rex is a brave knight in shining armor and Ventress is the Intimidating Witch that he needs to confront and defeat in order to Gain A Useful Object for whatever fairy tale plot he's following, but he somehow ends up dating the witch by the end? She's not a good witch yet, but she's not attempting murder, so it's fine.

#venrex #rextress #captain rex #asajj ventress #star wars #the clone wars #phoenix answers memes #forced sex mention #slavery mention

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kitcat992 · 27 days

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Just wanted to stop by and let you know that I was thinking of you and sincerely hope life is being kind ❤️

I’ve read a few Irondad fics lately that have been so well articulated and beautifully written, and they’ve reminded me of your stories. But your work will always be the GOAT to me. Everything else I read is always compared to your version of the MCU, because that’s canon in my opinion.

I secretly love that your stories keep going, that Identity Within is still a WOP, because parting with a finished story when you reach the end… a story that you’ve grown to love and formed a bond with… it’s really hard to say goodbye. It feels a little like grief if I’m being honest.

I’ve lived in the joy of knowing that there’s no permanent end (yet) to the Identity Series for years now, and I’m actually really grateful that I haven’t had to read an ending or experience that final farewell.

I just wanted you to know that your work is so appreciated, and while I’m sure it weighs on you sometimes that the updates take a while and the series has been ongoing for a few years, it actually brings me so much comfort ❤️ You deserve to know that you make that difference for someone.

Life is being....SOMETHING to me 😅😫😩So when I say that this message rejuvenated the very essence of my soul, I truly mean it ❤️❤️❤️

I've had some very rough nights recently, thanks to the wonders of ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ stress ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟI've got front row tickets to the "when it rains, it pours" show, and to add onto that, I started a whole new career where I'm *running a freaking business.* Yeah, sleep doesn't really happen as often as it should for me.

And because I'm still trying to sleep, I don't keep my mind operating at such a capacity that I could do anything worthwhile other than watch Tiktoks re-read through my series for shits and giggles, because I wrote it having wanted to read these things, and now I can go back and have fun reading the story that was once all jammed packed into my head. And in doing this, I tend to remember comments that made my entire day, month, year, and so I go into my inbox and just....I just read all the comments, over and over again, with such a profound, appreciative, ecstatic, blessed feeling in my heart.

The love that everyone has had for this series is what makes me still so deep in love with it today. And hearing that from people like you, who are so kind to take a minute of your time and express these things as if it were your first time ever reading the story...god, a girl couldn't be anymore lucky. Truly, #hashtag blessed.

My free time is far and few inbewteen these days (why did I decide to go run a freaking business 😳) but I promise you, no job will ever take this series away from me. I'm far too excited for everything that's yet to come, still to be written, and needs to be told, that I'll never leave this piece unfinished. Knowing that the pace it's taken isn't something that bother people does ease my nerves and calm me a bit, and I thank you so very much for expressing that and all the love alongside with it.

Chapter 9, Bachelor Party, is one BEAST of a chapter that's nearing closer and closer to finished every day. I hope for an update within the month or two. It contains a whooping 17 characters in a single scene, with character interactions we damn right deserved in the MCU. 2/3rds of the way done and and I think my inability to control the word count says enough about what to expect.

These characters have gone through far too much to rush through chapters now. In fact, the more things go on, the richer things get -- and to know amazing people like you are along for the ride...that's just so dam nifty. ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfiction #writing #hastag blessed

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inkedroplets · 2 months

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What's this about a lena/peggy fic? PEGGY CARTER?!?!?

I kind of forgot I had this ask and then I thought, oh I'll link the snippet I posted a while back and because it's tumblr I can't find it so I'll post another one but yes, I have a very confusing, very complicated Supercorp/MCU crossover fic that I've been dabbling with while I write other things. Essentially Lena finds herself stranded on Earth-616 and working with Coulson while she tries to find a way back home. Oh, and Kara is freaking out while trying to figure out where it is Lena went. It's set during their rift so its extra angsty. This snippet is Lena volunteering to go and act as the mole to take down a remaining HYDRA cell.

“Feel free to continue discussing it between yourselves,” Lena said as she stood up from the table. “But I think you already know that sending me in as the mole is the best play.” She looked around the table and saw the gears turning (however unwillingly) in everyone's head. All except for May who was the only one who would actually meet her gaze. You could give my mother lessons, Lena thought, thinking she had weathered far less intense staredowns from Lillian in the past. She felt everyone’s eyes on her as she turned to leave, half-expecting someone to take another stab at trying to convince her of how foolhardy her plan was, although no one did.

There were moments where Lena forgot she was even onboard a ship, it being too large and herself too busy to realize how small it actually was, but today was not one of those days. She found herself walking in the direction of the lab without really meaning to. She got about halfway there when she heard the patter of hurried footsteps behind her. Nearly quiet enough for her not to notice. “Lena.” “I’m guessing you voted against me,” Lena said, not bothering to slow down for May’s sake, knowing she could easily overtake her if she wanted to. “I did,” May said baldly. She fell into step beside Lena easily and while her gaze was still just as steely, she did at least have the decency to open the lab door for her. “No witnesses,” Lena snarked. “Smart.” “There are cameras,” May replied, perfectly deadpan. She glanced behind her before closing the door as if she expected to see someone wanting to intrude on what May clearly wanted to remain a private conversation. “As noble as your offer was,” she said in a tone that made it perfectly clear she believed it was anything but, “ I don’t think you understand what you’re offering.” “Infiltrate the remnants of a Nazi paramilitary terrorist organization bent on world domination to bring it down from within? No, I got the gist of it,” Lena said coolly. “Whatever stories Coulson or the others might have told you about Hydra, trust me when I say they’re far worse than you could imagine. You’re not an agent, you’re not trained to deal with the physical or mental toll that this job would entail. Coulson is wrong for even considering it.” “But he is considering it?”

“Against my better judgment,” May replied silkily. “If this is a bid to get into Coulson’s good graces or to cement yourself a position with the others then I can tell you right now that is wholly unnecessary. Coulson trusts you and the team does too.” “But not you,” Lena said, not meaning to sound accusatory but sure that it had to at least sound a little that way to May.

“No,” May replied without a moment’s hesitation. “I don’t trust you.”

#asks #how the hell do I tag this?#supercorp #aos #if you haven't watched agents of shield please do it's delightful

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meidui · 8 months

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So I'm actually very glad you came back, among many others I'm sure :D Esepecially because I recently saw a post by Sineala stating the difference between 616 vs MCU Steve and Tony, and she said people should ask someone else if they wanted to know about the MCU. So, I really wanted to ask you from your perspective what you think the difference is, because you seem to like MCU the most! This is the post.

sineala(.)tumblr(.)com/post/172540509139/whats-the-difference-between-tony-and-steve-from

Thank you and welcome back :DDD

oohh i know that post and i love that post 🤗 i learn so much about 616 from sineala, her fic and meta are more sacred to me than comic canon i'm so serious about that

i feel like i read the comics very chaotically and so most of my limited firsthand knowledge is very.. incidental. but if you're looking for someone who has spent too much of her time obsessing about every stevetony related detail in the mcu i am your girl <3

mcu steve makes me go *heart eyes* because even though he's very fighty and very stubborn (the core steve rogers traits across the multiverse), i think as a generalisation mcu steve is sadder and 616 steve tends to be angrier?? in my opinion he's gentler, quieter, more reserved and measured and forgiving than his 616 counterpart and that's one of the reasons he's so attractive to me because i think he's actually so soft!!

also- mcu steve did the best with the hand he was dealt but he did not at all have the support system that 616 steve when he came out of the ice :'( in the comics the avengers are the ones who find steve, but in the movies it's a group of shield agents who get a call from an oil team. the first thing that happens to mcu steve when he wakes up is that he gets lied to (shield puts him in that fake hospital room and tries to convince him it's still the 1940s to ""ease him in""), and then between waking up in 2011 and meeting the avengers in 2012, he's completely alone. there's an amazing deleted scene from a1 that shows steve wandering around new york by himself and his loneliness is palpable

i think this also relates to their ideas of home in the 21st century. 616 steve seems very sure about the fact that tony gave him a home, his home is with tony and the avengers, but mcu steve spends a long time searching for a place to call home. even in catws, when he's been in the 21st century for 3 years, he still has books stacked on the floor of his apartment and paintings he hasn't hung up yet. a year later in aou, sam asks if he's found a place in brooklyn yet, and steve says he doesn't think he could afford a place in brooklyn, and sam says "home is home" and steve sort of just stops smiling and goes quiet and looks away. the only place he calls home in the movies is avengers compound, once in aou when tony asks if he's alright and steve says "i'm home" and once in infinity war when sam asks where they're going and steve says "home" (referring again to the compound). and when the compound gets blown to bits in endgame, even that's gone

on the other hand mcu tony seems more well adjusted than 616 tony and that felt like a deliberate choice based on the scenes that didn't make it into the movie. for example ,there's a deleted scene from im1 where pepper finds tony on the floor the morning after a party, drinking in his iron man suit and he's bleeding and there's a wisp of smoke coming from his armour and he is clearly not doing well, and an alternative opening scene for im2 that they didn't use where tony is vomiting and altogether freaking out a little bit before the stark expo

tony's alcoholism and sobriety is an important part of his 616 character, and there's the birthday party scene in im2 where tony gets drunk to cope with the fact that he's dying, but other than that and mysterio casually calling tony a "boozy man-child" in spiderman ffh, it's not really part of his mcu character

there's also the childhood trauma he has from howard, 616 howard was horribly abusive!!!!! a lot of people dislike mcu howard for not showing tony affection growing up etc, but the mcu portrays that father-son relationship in a more complicated light so you do see people split over tony forgiving him in the end. for example tony invents the new element in im2 with the help of howard's old tapes and notes and goes "dead for almost 20 years and still taking me to school," tony tells steve "my father made that shield" "he made it for you," and there's the full on reconciliation scene tony has with howard in endgame (also we get to see young howard stark in catfa and agent carter and he is honestly so likeable there, which still confuses me to this day but anyway)

and in the comics tony sees himself as more separate from iron man, hence the secret identity, and it feels like he sees iron man as his repentance and as having only his good qualities, someone he wishes he could be? but they tossed that right out at the end of im1 when tony literally says "i am iron man," which was a very clear rejection of the identity-crisis component of his 616 character, and they drive it home again when it's his last line in endgame. i think mcu tony sees iron man as an almost inextricable part of himself which i really love about him, and it makes sense because 616 tony hates himself so much more than mcu tony does ;_;

in terms of steve and tony's relationship, they have such a long history of friendship in the comics which makes the civil war arc hurt more but i feel like they always have that friendship as a bedrock to keep building and rebuilding their relationship on, whereas in the mcu they get off on the wrong foot and tiptoe around a very fragile relationship/disproportionately deep feelings for a few years but don't trust each other enough for a long time and that's the reason their civil war happens, and it's only at the end of their canon that they resolve it and really come together

there's also the romantic relationships- they both have several significant love interests in the comics but just one true love in the movies, it's always been peggy for steve and pepper for tony, but i think that's more due to the nature of the mcu being one movie canon and 616 spanning so many more years and going through so many more writers

now i'm just rambling but they shifted a lot of the characters around in steve's life as well, like the role sharon plays in the comics is diluted in the movies and peggy and natasha are the two most important women in his life instead because they're the ones who give him that support and guidance. also mcu stevebucky doesn't really exist in the same way in the comics because they didn't grow up childhood friends with bucky being protective over steve, they met in the military and bucky is a few years younger than steve in the comics, so steve was a mentor to him

#anon #asked #stevetony #stony #st♡ny

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explainslowly · 7 months

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it is fun to contemplate like the, fandom significance of ships, looking at that poll, significant ones seem to me as:

Spock/Kirk OBVIOUSLY

Mulder/Scully again, obviously.

Watson/Sherlock kind of cosmically, generally, has to be there right? Sherlock Holmes obviously has fandom significance outside of shipping primarily.

OK, controversial one but - do we think any Harry Potter ship makes it? Was any one ship specifically significant? Or was it the general vibe? And the bloody shipwars, of course. I am a wolfstar guy but wolfstar does not feel significant to me. Nor Drarry nor the het ships that had people sending death threats to each other.

Larry OBVIOUSLY

Jack Harkness/Ianto I remember this one making people soooo insane. Example of ship that is both canon and significant, imo. Perhaps for it's canonicity.

10th doctor/Rose probably. IDC.

Jensen/Jared might belong here. Unfortunately. For originating both the omegaverse and the original male dog tag on ao3. For the sheer evil energy.

Reylo search your heart you know it to be true.

Those Les Miserables twinks. Probably? Maybe. IDK. Discuss.

I don't think any MCU ship makes it, but tbf if any would, it would be stucky.

I am paradoxically very removed from anime shipping. If any made it probably Sasunaru would be the one. I feel like anime shipping has it's own world that does not communicate with live media fandom. Therefore the significance is like. Shrug.

Girl where is Xena/Gabrielle. GIRLLLLLLLL.

Carlos/Cecil probably, right? The breaking open of the fiction podcast flood.

With heavy heart I have to say, probably not Proffesor X/Magneto. Even if they sooo divorced and we are missing divorce representation in this poll.

I don't think Klaine was significant as a fandom thing. Case of canon giving you pretty much all you could possibly want from a romance storyline and then possibly a bunch of stuff you didn't, lol.

Destiel this, more than anything, is the Destiel website. 113k fics on ao3, baybee.

Will/Hannibal I don't know. I'm torn. It's so good and Fannibals are little freaks. But I feel like they are doing their own thing in their little corner.

Sam/Frodo - or some tolkien shit? Probably?

I am like under-studied on rpf ships (more probably belong here) and femslash. The poll itself also has heavy recency bias as does my memory (I wasn't a shipper until my mid twenties). See my confusion about tolkien shit.

Consolation prize #1 - migratory slash fandom - hiiii Sterek, Rodney/John, Phlint, etc, I hate youuuu alllllll <3

Consolation prize #2 - pair the spares - hiiiii shit like Sabriel, you make my eyes bleed <3

Anyway, feel free to discuss <3

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cloudspotterclub · 2 years

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traumatic (j.b.b.)

Pairing: avenger!bucky x parker!reader

Summary: You're convinced Bucky hates you, and you fear the worst when you accidentally insult him.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: spoilers for civil war, mentions of murder, very mild enemies to lovers, barely-there angst, mostly crack and fluff

a/n: This is my very first post ever! This fic honestly doesn't fit anywhere in the mcu timeline lol, let's just pretend civil war never happened and everyone lives together in peace.

I try not to stare, I really do. I never do it on purpose, except if someone says something really scummy and I want them to know they did. But Bucky hardly ever says anything at all, and definitely nothing to warrant a stare-down. My eyes just happen to wander over to him a lot.

As he shifts awkwardly for what must be the thousandth time, I avert my eyes for the thousandth time too. He must think I’m a freak or some wacko groupie that the Avengers pity enough to bring along everywhere. I guess the latter isn’t too far off—I suspect Peter has me over so often because I wouldn’t go out otherwise.

There he is now, barging into the painfully silent kitchen with his ever-oblivious grin. “Hey, cuz! Bucky! What’re you two up to?”

I cringe a little at the ‘you two’. We couldn’t be sitting farther away, him at the dining table staring out the windows and me at the kitchen island. I’m not even sure Bucky’s noticed Peter’s entrance.

“I’m just doing some work stuff, Pete.”

Peter glances over the empty island and frowns, “On your phone? Isn’t it your day off?”

God damn it, Parker.

I try to keep my voice steady to no avail. “Uh, yeah, you know how my boss is. I’m just sending over some files and there’s, like, better reception out here.”

Truth is, I came out here at 4 AM just because I felt like soaking the morning in. I didn’t think Bucky was going to be out here already looking all somber and melancholic. I had debated sneaking away, but he’d already seen me, so I just wordlessly made my way to one of the stools by the island and he went back to studying the skyline.

And that’s where we’ve been for the past three hours. But I wasn’t going to explain that to Peter in front of Bucky. Soaking the morning in? Who’d believe that? He’d think I’m even more of a stalker.

“Huh. I’m telling you, cuz, you should just come work for Mr. Stark. You love administration stuff, right? Ms. Potts is barely his assistant anymore, and I hear she’s looking for a replacement.” Peter drops his voice to an exaggerated whisper, “Rumor is there’s a baby on the way!”

I roll my eyes, “It’s not nice to speculate on whether someone’s pregnant, Peter. Besides, I can’t work here, it’s basically nepotism.”

“I guess, but Mr. Stark’s a nepotism baby. I’m sure he wouldn’t judge you.”

“Peter! You can’t say that—he was orphaned. It’s awful what happened to his parents.” The moment the words leave my mouth, I freeze. Oh. My God.

I can’t bring myself to actually look, but judging by the way Peter’s jaw is hanging open, Bucky definitely heard that.

Suddenly, Peter doesn’t seem so keen on conversation. “Er, I’m gonna head back to my room. Have a streaming party thing with Ned and MJ. Can’t remember why I even came out here in the first place, to be honest. So. See ya, cuz! Bye…Mr. Barnes!”

And with that, Peter disappears and it’s just me and the ex-murderous super soldier I deeply offended.

After cringing for a few more seconds, I build up the courage to look over at him. His eyes are still trained on the skyscrapers littering the city, but something in his demeanor seems different. Is he…holding back a smile?

I can’t do anything but stare incredulously at him. Is this what he looks like right before he goes all Winter Soldier and kills everyone in his direct vicinity? I’ve only ever seen him smile when Steve talks about their days before the serum, so I’m not really sure what to make of this. I think what I’m feeling is fear.

As the thought occurs that I should probably leave, Bucky clears his throat and his eyes meet mine as I’m halfway off the stool. “You don’t have to go.”

“Oh.” I don’t think I’m blinking at all as I sit back down. “I just thought—you know—maybe it’d be better if I left after I—after—”

“What? After you shamed me for the most traumatic experience of my life?” He deadpans, arms across his chest.

I try to swallow the giant lump in my throat. He’s the one staring me dead in the eye now. But definitely not in the way I’d always imagined he would.

With his hair cut short, freshly shaven face, and casual attire, he looks a lot less intimidating than when I first saw him on the news in the full Winter Soldier getup. Still though, everything about his stance feels like he’s challenging me, waiting to strike. I don’t know what he’s waiting for—I couldn’t win in a fight against a feral cat, let alone an Avenger.

Just as I’m contemplating sending a prayer up to a god I don’t believe in, Bucky chuckles. “Relax, I’m kidding. I know you didn’t mean it like that.”

Despite his light tone, I’m still mapping out my escape as he saunters over and takes the seat across from me. “You don’t have to be so antsy around me all the time, you know. I’m not going to kill you.”

I grimace a little at the slight hurt in his voice. “Right, no, I know that. I’m sorry. I just get so awkward around you and end up saying some dumb shit that offends you and only makes you hate me more. I’m really sorry, Bucky.”

He furrows his eyebrows and leans forward a little, “You think I hate you?”

I mimic his confused expression as my words stumble out, “Well, yeah? You never talk to me or look at me, and I feel like you don’t like me hanging around the tower and intruding on your space. That’s why I try really hard to stay out of your way. Which, obviously, doesn’t always work very well.” I close my eyes and cringe at the disaster that was this morning.

Bucky’s lips turn up for the second time today, which is almost scarier than when he glares. Actually, I don’t know if scary is the right word. But I really don’t know how much longer I can handle his intense gaze on me.

“I thought you stayed away because you didn’t like me,” he says, cocking his head slightly.

“What? How could you think that?”

“Like you said, you talk to everyone but me.” He shrugs indifferently, but the twitch in his mouth tells me he cares more than he’s letting on. “Every time I walk in the room, you come up with an excuse to leave. Doesn’t feel too good, to be honest with you.”

I bite my lower lip, the guilt really piling on now. That’s what gives me the courage to look him in the eye again, and suddenly I can’t remember why I was ever afraid of this man whose eyes are pleading for answers. I cast my gaze down at his tightly-laced fingers on the marble between us. His knuckles are turning white.

It doesn’t seem like I’ll get another shot at explaining this, and I might as well get it all out there. So, with caution, I move to the stool right next to Bucky. I suck in a sharp breath when he adjusts and our arms brush together. I can feel his dark eyes boring into the side of my face, urging me to go on. So I do.

“Bucky, I don’t know if you’ve noticed or if my bratty cousin has let it slip, but I kind of had a giant crush on you when we first met.” At this, I can feel him sit up straighter. There’s no going back now. “I used to be really intimidated when you came around, and I didn’t know how to talk to you because you were this cool, mysterious, smoldering Avenger and I was just Peter’s civilian cousin. Plus, you were never as talkative as Sam or Tony. In retrospect, I probably overthought your quietness as a dislike towards me, and so I thought it’d be better to keep my distance. I guess we were both wrong in our assumptions.”

I let myself look up at him, but I can’t decipher the look on his face. His brows are knit together, mouth set in a straight line. His hands have unclenched, each resting on one knee.

I lower my voice, though I don’t mean for it to be so shaky. “I never meant to make you feel unwanted, Bucky. I’m truly sorry.”

He tears his gaze away from me and stands up off of the stool.

Fuck, you’ve really done it this time, you blabbering idiot, I think, squeezing my eyes closed to avoid having to see him storm off.

But instead of hearing his footsteps walking away, I feel a sudden warmth. My eyes shoot open only to see Bucky leaning over me with a hand cupping my cheek. I’ve always known he was big in stature, but I’ve never felt smaller than with him towering over me, making it impossible to see anything that isn’t him. Of course, that might also be because his icy blue eyes are holding me hostage. My breath hitches like I’m seeing him for the first time again.

I don’t realize I’m leaning backwards until I lose my balance and the damn stool gives out from underneath me. Before I can even brace myself, Bucky’s already got both arms around me, his chest pressing against mine, and I’ve never had more trouble catching my breath.

His eyes are now frantically searching over me as he sets me on my feet. “Are you alright? Hey, why are you breathing like that? Shit, you didn’t hit your head on the table, did you?” He punctuates that last sentence with his hands brushing against the back of my head, feeling for any bumps.

The lines on his face deepen, “Doll, say something so I know you’re okay.”

“I’m fine!” I sputter, “Uh, just lost my balance there. And. Forgot how to speak, apparently. Really took me by surprise there, ha. Stools—they’ll get ya!” What the fuck what the fuck.

Realization dawns on Bucky’s face and he’s flashing that smile again. “Ah, stools. Right.” He shifts his weight, dropping his hands to his side as the tension breaks between us. It’s quickly picked back up when he reaches for my hand, which has dissolved into nervous tremors, as has the rest of my body.

He carefully envelops both his hands around mine and takes a step forward. Whiffs of cinnamon and something woody are wafting over me, and I’m becoming increasingly aware that his breathing isn’t much steadier than mine. I have to crane my neck up to meet his eyes again.

His voice drops to a whisper, “For the record, I’m pretty sure I had a crush on you first.”

I shake my head in disbelief, “There’s no way.”

A little half-smile settles on his face as he nods, “Steve’ll tell ya. The first time you visited the compound.”

“Wait, you weren’t there when I first visited. It was just Peter, Tony, Steve, and Bruce.”

He gives a weak chuckle, “No, I was there. I was supposed to introduce myself, but then I saw you with everyone and I completely lost my nerve. I turned right around and spent the rest of the night beating myself up over it. S’pose that’s also why I didn’t talk to you much even after we got properly acquainted.”

My eyes are about to fall out of my head because there is no way Bucky Barnes has just admitted to being intimidated by me. Not this gorgeous, sweet, well-intentioned man that crosses my mind a million times a day.

I feel a light tap on my cheek and focus back on Bucky’s concerned face, “Hey, doll, you’re doing it again. You sure you’re alright?”

“No.” My mouth can’t keep up with all the thoughts clouding over my mind. “You keep calling me doll.”

At that, Bucky’s eyes widen and he quickly releases me, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even realize—”

“No, I like it.”

“Oh.”

This time, I’m the one snaking my hands up his arms and settling them behind his neck. “Bucky, I still really like you.”

He sighs in relief and brings one hand up behind my head, the other gently stroking my cheek. I wouldn’t have been able to hear his next few words if he hadn’t leaned down until our foreheads touched. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop liking you.”

“Even when I accidentally insult your traumatic past?”

I can feel the smirk growing on his face just before his lips meet mine.

#bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #mcu #marvel #avengers

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x-authorship-x · 1 year

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Now I'm curious though, after anon's crossover ships list I wanna ask: what are YOURS crossover Shisui ships?

Hmmm I have quite the collection but let's just go with a handful that I actively think about (update: I got carried away as per usual)

Shisui/Fili (The Hobbit) Listen. Listen. I adore Fili, the Golden Prince, okay. He has too many knives (never too many) hidden in implausible places, he loves his brother more than even seeing the kingdom he could inherit, he has the BIGGEST baby blues on a grown man (dwarf). Idk how this happens, if Shisui is a reborn as a dwarf who can fucking breathe fire and shit, or if he's a man with these crazy powers or WHAT but it's gotta happen. Can you fucking imagine Susanoo versus Smaug??? EXACTLY. Fili is mischievous but responsible, he is devoted to his younger brother and to his duty, he's skilled and handsome and sweet and he absolutely should've lived and IF THIS ISNT RINGING BELLS FOR SHISUI IDK WHAT TO TELL YA Shisui Dragonslayer (or does he Mangekyou Smaug and get a pet dragon? Even fucking better) is Fili's crown husband I SAID WHAT I SAID

Shisui/Legolas (LotR): Shisui and Legolas jumping around trees and being painfully pretty whilst on an endless hunt? Sign me the FUCK UP

Shisui/Aragorn (LotR) can you see where this is going lol I'm not saying that Aragorn meets Shisui in the wild and they grow close because they're sensitive dark poetry boys with the weight of the world on their shoulders and Aragorn is crowned king and Shisui swears as his knight/court wizard and Aragorn accepts his oaths and holds his chin so tenderly and-

Shisui/Arwen (LotR) OKAY BUT LISTEN I MENTIONED THIS OFF HAND IN THE RED ALLY FIC AND THEN IT DUG IT'S CLAWS IN AND JUST IMAGINE THAT SHISUI IS A BLIND ISTARI AND ARWEN GLOWS WITH SO MUCH LIGHT IN HER SOUL THAT SHISUI CAN ALWAYS FIND HER 🥹 AND THEY RAISE ARAGORN TOGETHER LIKE HEY THATS MY DAD *BADASS BLIND ISTARI* AND MY MUM *THE EVENSTAR ABOUT TO GARROTE THE RING WRAITHS* AND EVERYONE IS LIKE WTF AND THEN SHISUI AND ARWEN ARE SO GENTLY SPOKEN AND CARING AND EVERYONE IS LIKE DAMN ARAGORN IS DEFFO THEIR SON THE KING IS HALF ELF AND HALF WIZARD AND ALL BABE

Shisui/Loki (MCU): we've been here before, run through my Loki tags

Shisui/Peter Parker (MCU): we've touched on this but just... The fluff, being badass and gravity defying and Peter needs more same age allies and also IMAGINE shisui being shown how to actually be a teenager

Thor/Shisui (MCU); see one of my Loki tagged posts about personalities BUT CMON Thor 'i committed atrocities and regret them' meeting Uchiha 'immoral-eyes' Shisui, they are both earnest and slightly misguided and also Loki wouldn't hate him and shisui would blend well with Thor's more straightforward personality, also they could both wear red like nice husbands

Shisui/Matt Murdock (Daredevil): I'm not gonna lie i just love this actor. The blind leading the blind. They are both devastatingly gorgeous and it's unfair. Matt is like "listen... I know I'm bleeding but i need you to stitch me up before you freak out" and Shisui is like "omg are you the one who snapped the legs of those twelve mobsters? Babe 🥺 we could've been doing this together" and Matt is like "....do you want to get married effective immediately" ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Shisui/Bucky (MCU) reconditioning? Reconditioning ❤️ hurt comfort out of time/world badassery all around

Shisui/Nezuko (Demon Slayer) LISTEN. LISTEN. nezuko. ❤️‍🔥👏 Thank you for coming to my TED talk

Shisui/Tanjiro (DS) AGAIN LISTEN TO ME..... Exactly. You've thought about it, you understand, the energy, the desperation, the resolve, the responsibility, the baby boys with hearts of gold and such agonizing faith. You're welcome

Shisui/Rengoku (DS) let me tell you something LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING-!!! FIRE. ARSON. GORGEOUS. PASSIONATE. A LITTLE UNHINGED WHEN THE ADRENALINE HITS. GODSPEED

Shisui/Dabi (Bnha) so shisui is definitely a villain. Why? He's not hurting anyone.... Except yes he has killed or driven insane every person to cross him. Whoops. Shinobi morality is iffy as fuck here ("shisui was a pacifist" make canon make sense on your own post pls👋) and I'm not saying that he's fleeing the hero commission and being slandered by the press but that's exactly what I'm saying. Dabi didn't hire him to kill endeavor. No, Natsuo did that. Dabi is just pissed that this bitch keeps popping up and stealing his jobs. Why does he have crazy eyes and green flames? Hasn't he ever heard of brand infringement? Right in front of Dabi's salad??

Shisui/Mirko (Bnha) IF YOU HAVENT THOUGHT ABOUT IT YOU HAVEN'T LIVED

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Hello everyone! Welcome to my first little fic recommendation post ≧◡≦ !!! first and foremost, I have been absent and haven't posted much in the past two weeks or so. I had exams (that I still did poorly on) and I had a lot of requests to dig through. I also am active on the #Marvelrp and #Screamrp Instagram community (my main rp account is @/spacehimbo (MCU) and @/stabsubreddit (scream) if anyone is curious) and i've just been pregaming how active both communities will be in the next upcoming weeks. I also got carried away with writing my original work ヽ(^◇^*)/ aside from that, I felt like I was already oversaturating my account with one-shots in such a short period of time.

another thing I want to say is to thank you for 200 followers! we are already pretty close to the 300 mark, which I'm very blown away by. as well as my first one-shot is pretty much on track to hitting 2K notes; like I said, super cool !! thank you, guys!

I saw a couple of other writers and readers give out recommendations, I don't read a whole lot because my attention span is painfully short, but when I do read I like to give credit to the author. I have a growing platform on here so I feel like this is just a good time to appreciate some of my favorites i've read in April, as well as support the writers !! these are in no specific order ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

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♡ Let the Devil Out by The Writing Doll @thewritingdoll this is a dark fic and I would not recommend it if CNC freaks you out. however, I totally get writing dark fics. I struggle with PTSD relating to mass shootings and guns so situations where there is a gun and I'm in control (like playing PUBG or Valorant or just watching Zack Synder's SuckerPunch and other female-led action/horror movies where they stand up to their ab*sers so I can live vicariously through them) makes me feel at ease sometimes. this happens to be one of the better dark fics i found, the ending really is the pretty pink bow on this; but Matt Murdock dirty talking makes this fic a ten.

♡ Bumpy Ride by Laters-Gators @laters-gators the fact that this is called 'bumpy ride' in itself is so funny to me, my humor is absolutely shattered. Also I like submissive Steven Grant. me and submissive Steven Grant are friends. I also like the idea of teasing someone so hard they cream their pants. but maybe that's just me. would read again if i'm stuck in the car again.

♡ Oh Honey Honey by Pink-Baby-Girl @pink-baby-girl despite what my blog shows you, i'm not that much of a bucky girl. but this fic might as well jump off the fucking screen and call me a liar. two things i learned about myself while reading this; i am a whore, and i also have been craving cupcakes for the past two weeks without noticing. bucky girls, this is a treat, pun intended.

♡ Cardigan by Parkers3 @parkers3 "Now that's what I call a great fucking breakfast!"

♡ Kyphi by Clints-Lucky-Arrow @clints-lucky-arrow i think we can all agree that druig doing mind control is sexy, i'm sorry but there is nothing hotter than druig calling me a goddess and a whore all in the same sentence. also the way anon asked for this had me flustered and laughing for two whole minutes. i love when anons ask for super detailed fics - they really get detailed and its hilarious. great fic, would read again

♡ Sins of the Mind by Vigilanteh @vigilanteh i already reblogged this one so i'll try to keep this brief; nothing is fucking funnier than someone watching their significant other take their microdose of amphetamine and being like "that's hot". it made reading the rest of this fic pretty fun. would read again!

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I will be posting a Marc Spector and a Villanelle one shot as soon as i can. I hope you guys have an awesome day and an awesome may!

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Heyyyyyyyy, how does an aspiring author, who has nothing better to do than browse ao3 get views on their fanfic? Thanks in advance for helping :)

Oki doki, so first of all, the most views I have on a fic is like... 4k something. But, i guess, here are the tips i've got.

Tag everything. I mean this. This is how most people go through ao3, and I definitely won't click on a fic that has like 4 tags. This is gonna help people stumble across your work at random. For instance, some days I'll just browse the "Hurt/Comfort" tag with a few more filters put on it to avoid the stuff I don't wanna read. So, just go to town on your tags. Especially bigger branches like "Angst" or "Hurt/Comfort" or "Found Family" or something. I usually tag a bunch of specifics too, because at least I like to know what I'm getting in to before I start reading a fic.

Good description that doesn't pull something out of the actual story. You can totally put a quote from your story as your description. That's not such a big deal. But the good description definitely is. Try and make the story set up as quickly and simply as possible. Make it open ended, so that people want to read more. Don't provide the solution to your one-shot in the description, that just makes people not want to read it. Keep things vague, if you're gonna talk about them. For instance, what I do with the little "AKA" descriptions at the end is kind of just point out reasons you'd want to read this, or what your take-aways will be at the end. I usually try to set up the main conflict without talking about the ending too much, so that the reader just wants to know where the conflict is going, and is curious to see how it ends. Of course, I'm not super great at this, either. Descriptions are REALLY. FREAKING. HARD. But they're a huge factor into whether or not someone will click on your fic.

Popular ship or fandom. This doesn't apply to me, because I write for the KOTLC fandom, mostly, and we're honestly a really small community, as far as fandoms online go. If you're writing for MHA, or the MCU, or Supernatural, or Harry Potter, or something like that, you instantly have access to a ton more readers, just because the scope of fans and readers on ao3 is just so much bigger. So, yeah. Instantly boost your view count by writing for a really popular fandom. Just be careful. The bigger the fandom, the larger the group of toxic people.

Good first line. Yeah, another hard one. But this is important too! Once you've got someone to click on your fic, you actually want them to read it. Here are my tips for good first lines.

Don't start with a character waking up. It's not a bad way to begin, but it doesn't hook the reader.

Don't start with a dream. This will throw the reader off as far as it comes to reality within your work of fiction. Plus it's really annoying. You can talk about dreams later.

Start in the middle of the action. Like, whatever set up you were thinking before the action starts? Cut that in half. Cut it in half again. Start it where the story starts, or maybe a tiny bit before that. At most. Don't be afraid to get the ball rolling immediately. It pulls the reader in with the promise of action, and keeps it going.

Make the character make some small decision very early on. If you're really stuck, make the character make a choice. Have them consider two options, or maybe more, if it's easy enough, and then have them make their choice and then do it, make them stick with it. Even if they have already made a choice and they have to keep on choosing it, this works. This will keep people reading. At least, I think it does.

and most importantly

3rd person pov

Proper grammar

And double spaced paragraphs.

These three things are so important, and everything else will get thrown out the window if a fanfic reader can't consume the fic like it's a milkshake they purchased at the nearby Chick Fil A.

Like, if I started The Princess and The Popstar like:

I wrote better lyrics when I was drunk. Well maybe not, like full on drunk but a little tipsy. I'd had about two shots of vodka, which wasnt like a lot as far as I can hold my liquor anyways but it makes everything sound better. Especially my crappy songs.

I feel like it would have been a lot less popular. Especially because on ao3, if you don't double space your paragraphs, it looks like a chunk of text and is really hard to read easily.

You can also definitely take grammatical liberties! I'm partial to run on sentences and sentence fragments in order to talk about things in specific ways! But! a lot of little errors(especially right in the beginning) is not going to make your work consumable like the ice cream cone McDonalds never makes you. Especially commas. Those things are so important. Like, I'm sure I don't know how to use them properly always, but they're really important to help the reader understand the flow of the sentence and stay with you til the end of the paragraph.

Anyways. These are my tips! Hope these helped!

Feel free to send me another ask!

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