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Not Strong Enough - Kate Bishop

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Summary : Doubting you're as strong as your twin, Kate, you decide to go on a mission alone.

Warnings : Gender neutral!reader, Kate is your twin sibling, firearm trafficking, getting punched, guns, self-doubt, not feeling enough, angst, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

French version (will be published 10/08/2025 at 9pm)

Word count : 3.1k

Request : made by @jamiedc-they-them here's the link to the request. Thank you for your request which was great as it forced me to write more action scenes so it was nice to pen things I'm not used to. Sorry for taking so long to publish it, I hope you'll like it, though 🫶

You know you should have waited. You know you should have asked Kate to accompany you but you couldn't help it. You had to go alone. You had to know if you could do it on your own, complete a mission without anyone's help. You must have the abilities! After all, you followed the same training as your twin. If she can do it, why couldn't you? Sure, you've always considered you were less competent than Kate, your fighting skills aren't as sharp, however you can do it… right? Recently, you've realized you rely on your sister too much when you go on missions and this can't keep happening. You have to be certain you can protect yourself.

Therefore, you told her nothing and decided to follow the lead you two found earlier in the week. After your mom's arrest, you search through all of her belongings, every device and account to find if she was covering up other Fisk's scheming. As you searched, you found an address to a secluded warehouse and you had agreed you'll check the place to see what it's hiding.

Here you are now, all dress in black with a mask covering your face as you blend with the darkness of the bleak warehouse. Some lights are still working but they are glitching, close to dying. The floor is soiled and there is a strong smell of moisture coming into your nostrils. You walk stealthily, glancing at every side. Your left hand is holding your bow and the other is skimming the wall. Though your breath is quick, you're not making any sound, allowing you to move without being noticed. The closer you get to an old rusted door, the more you hear voices and you realize they're numerous; you, now, actually wonder if it was a good idea to come without backup.

Noticing some boxes next to the door, you hide behind them and try listening to the conversation. You only manage to make out some words such as 'weapons,' 'in the week,' or even 'Fisk,' nevertheless, you perfectly understand what is happening on the other side of the door.

Suddenly it opens and you hide a bit more, hoping the men won't remark an outside presence. With the tip of an arrow, you prevent the door from closing, allowing you to enter the room once the coast is clear. There, you discover several sealed crates and a desk with files on top of it, you walk closer to it. There's no doubt anymore, this warehouse contains more danger than you and Kate imagined. The voice in your head tells you you should leave while you still got time and that you won't be able to defend yourself if you get caught; however, you don't listen to it. You came to prove to yourself you could do it. Sure, coming across that many enemies wasn't planned, nevertheless during missions, there are always mishaps. You can't run away at the first obstacle.

You try to push down your fears and open the files in front of you while you quickly read the content. There are numbers, code names and addresses all over the pages. You take your phone out of your pocket with an uncontrollably shaking hand, you glance behind you then take pictures. As you turn a page, a text from Kate appears on your screen, you delete the notification without reading it and keep shooting evidence. Once you're satisfied with what you've found, you close the files.

You get closer to the door and the second you hear nothing but silence on the other side, you know you still have some time. You turn to the crates, which you also take a picture of. As you look at them more carefully, you notice the one in the back is already opened — they probably opened it to show what was inside. You get closer to it and take off the lid, discovering — as you expected — several firearms.

While you take more pictures, you hear someone clearing their throat behind you. Startled, you turn around and discover a man in his forties, a gun in his hand. You barely have time to duck behind the crate that the man has already shot in your direction, missing you by an inch. For a few seconds, silence fills the room until you hear him tell his colleagues there's an intruder and reloading is gun, you heart beats faster in your chest. You put an arrow in your bow, take a deep breath and stand up before shooting your enemy, hitting his shoulder by some miracle which makes him drop his weapon. He doesn't give up though, clenching his fists. You glance both ways, searching for an exit, not convinced you can defeat him. However, he interrupts your research and throws himself at you, grabbing your arm but you hit him in his inner elbow and he releases you. You punch him in the jaw, throwing him off balance for a second. As you try to run through the crates, fear preventing you from paying attention to your environment, he takes out a knife and walks towards you. He raises his arm, ready to stab you, you just have time to raise your arm, only receiving a cut instead of the blade in your chest. He tries to stab you again and you manage to avoid it every time, you get several well-nigh partial wounds, though. You finally manage to disarm him and take the upper hand, hitting him in the groin. At that moment, he falls on the ground, groaning while you run to the exit.

While you go through the corridors, you find other men. You internally curse yourself before searching for another exit. You manage to avoid some of them just on time while for others, you have to throw several punches — and take some — before getting rid of them. Out of breath and holding your right ribs, you finally get through the exit, nonetheless you don't cry victory right away. You can hear them, they are about to walk through the last door. You keep running with difficulty until you're sure they've lost your track.

Once you're sure you're not followed anymore, you damn on yourself, realizing the way you ruined the mission, confirming your doubts that you're not made for this life.

You calm your breathing before walking to your apartment. Upon opening the door, you're worried you'll meet your sister, however quietness greets you. You sigh in relief before getting rid of your bow and arrows. You take off your mask and run a hand down your face to wipe off the sweat. You go to the bathroom and unzip your jacket so you're just in your T-shirt and leggings to check your wounds. As you lift your shirt, you find numerous bruises already forming on your ribs and your face. Your brow ridge is bleeding as well, just like your right arm and your left shoulder. You don't waste another second and get fully undress before jumping in the shower. You quickly wash your body and your blood, your wounds making you wince at every movement; you can't wait to bandage them all.

Once you're out of the shower and in your pajama, you take the first-aid kit. As you take everything you need, you think back about what happened. The mission didn't go as you expected. You should have talked to Kate, waited for her. Your sister has always been stronger than you, whether it is archery, fencing or University, but you thought you had enough abilities to fend for yourself; there is a knot in your stomach as you realize you're not strong enough.

While you disinfect your wounds with teary eyes, you hear the main door opening and Kate calling your name. You quickly reply with an 'I'm here' before resuming what you were doing. While you're taking care of your brow ridge, the bathroom door open with strength.

"Kate!" you scream

"Why haven't you…," Kate starts before looking at you,"My God, Y/N, what happened to you?"

"I'm fine, it's nothing," you answer, avoiding her gaze while you put a band-aid above your eye.

"Are you kidding me? You're bleeding and you have bruises! What happened?"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"You're hurt, you're gonna talk about it," she insists, standing next to you.

"You're not my mom."

"I'm your twin, it's basically the same. Your bow…," your sister whispers as she has an epiphany. "You went on a mission, didn't you?"

"Congrats, Kate! We can't hide anything from you!" you retort, contorting yourself to examine the rest of your body. "Now, leave me alone, I need to take care of my wounds and I'd like to rest."

"Why didn't you tell me about it? We could've done it together."

"I know, I can't do a mission without you. I still have a lot to learn, I get it."

"That's not what I said," Kate contradicts, frowning.

"We both know it's true," you snap.

"If you're just gonna be mean, I'm gonna leave you be," your sister states, ready to leave.

"Kate, wait!" you hold her back, she has her back on you for a second before turning around. "I'm sorry, I just… I didn't think this mission would be that dangerous," you explain, voice shaking. "Remember the lead we found while going through mom's computer?" you asks and she nods. "I went to the warehouse. I was expecting to meet people, two guys maybe… I was wrong. I wouldn't even be able to tell you how many they were, I was too busy saving my own life."

"Why did you go alone?" Kate softly questions. "I could've helped you. Or you should've left the second you noticed they were too many of them."

You remain silent for a second, pondering if you should tell her the truth. You're close to your twin, notwithstanding you've never dared confess your self-doubt to her. You're scared to be this vulnerable. Finally, you take a deep breath before speaking.

"I just wanted to see if I could do it on my own. Looks like I can't," you confess, looking down. "I mean, it's not that surprising, I'm not as good as you, I don't know how I could think it could be different," you add with a small voice.

"What do you mean?"

"Please!" you scoff, rolling your eyes. "Don't act dumb. You're the strongest between us. You're the one who gets all the medals. I'm good but not exceptional. I do well in competitions, I just suck on the field."

"You think I was perfect the first time?" Kate rhetorically asks, chuckling. "I made so many mistakes, you can ask Barton."

"You still defeated the Tracksuit Mafia and you even fought a Widow!"

"And I only survived because she didn't have the mission to kill me," she states.

"You know what I mean! You're made for this. Even when you started, you've always known what to do. I do one small mission on my own and I fail. I almost ruined everything. I was found while I was still looking for information."

"You still got out safe."

"Barely, I'm surprised no one shot me."

"You'll get better with time and besides, you think you're not exceptional but you are. You are good at what you do," Kate affirms, however you shake your head.

"Not enough to help people. I should stop trying so hard. Every time, you're the one saving my ass. I'm just slowing you down."

"Nonsense! I need you for those missions as well. It'll get easier with time, I promise."

"It doesn't feel like it. It's better if I become the girl in the chair and I let you go on the field alone."

"Stop with that!" the archer sighs, annoyed. "I'm sure if the roles were reverse, I would've gotten beaten up just like you tonight! A gold medal isn't gonna save me in front of ten guys heavily armed. So stop thinking that because you struggled once you're not made for the field. I know you and I know you can fight and protect yourself! We trained together since we were kids, I know your abilities. It's true that a supervised fight is totally different from reality but that doesn't mean you're incapable of succeeding. You think the Avengers succeeded the first time? No, they kept working until they became who they are. You just need a bit more training and I'll help you.

"Maybe," you say, not convinced.

"You can be so stubborn at times!" Kate growls while you force a smile. "Anyway, what did you discover?"

"Weapons trafficking for Fisk. I also photographed some documents, we should take a look."

"Agree, but before that, take care of you and in the meantime, I'll order a pizza," she says, walking to the door. "By the way, in case you were wondering," Kate resumes, turning around, "that's what I was asking you in my text, you know the one you ignored."

"I was too busy not dying," you reply with a humorous tone, yet your sister doesn't laugh. "Too soon?"

"Yes," she confirms, rolling her eyes.

"Sorry."

The pepper pizza on the coffee table, you are both looking at the pictures you took as a way to determine the extent of this traffic and where would be the next delivery. Once you're sure, you decide to make a plan. You can't let those weapons in New York — or any city for that matter.

That's how, two weeks later, while some of your wounds disappeared and your bruises are turning yellow, you find yourself in another warehouse. Though, this time, Kate is by your side and you are more confident.

You've trained hard before going to the assignement. You still don't have a professional level, but you can defend yourself well enough now. You've put all of your energy on sharpening your reflex. Furthermore, you've learned from your mistakes, you won't be conned easily again.

Both of your faces masked, you are carefully walking through the corridors, you're leading the way. This time, you're not going in blindly, you've checked how many enemies are on the premises — they're less numerous, just over five people. Two of them are on the lookout, you manage to neutralize them which allowed you to enter the building. On the way, you only stumble upon a guy, slightly stronger, it took you a bit longer to stop him. Fortunately, he didn't have the time to tell anyone you're there.

Upon arriving in front of the crates — which are less numerous than last time, there are only five of them and there aren't as large —, you quickly find a solution to get rid of them.

As you're moving the third one, a man finds you. Without wasting a second, you start fighting while other enemies arrive. Although you receive some punches, you still get less hit than the last time and you can neutralize your attackers more easily. You knock out the man you were fighting the last five minutes when you see where is Kate. She is lying on the ground, the enemy straddling her, punching her repeatedly and about to choke her. You don't think twice and shoot him an arrow in his shoulder. Screaming in pain, he let go of Kate's neck and turns to you. You throw yourself at him and hit him with all your strength. Destabilized, he steps away from Kate who breathes loudly while coughing. You quickly stop the man, faster than you usually do, the fear and anger of seeing Kate in danger giving you the strength you need to act.

"Thank you," she says with difficulty. You put your hand on her shoulder before pointing at the crates.

"Come on, we still have to move some of them."

Kate complies without adding anything. You get rid of all the weapons without stumbling upon anyone else. It seems like they didn't have the time to call reinforcement. As the job is a success, you go back home.

Upon entering your apartment, you both take off your gear, once it's done, you look at each other for a second before running to the bathroom. You beat Kate by a millisecond, allowing you to tend to your wounds and clean yourself first while your sister keeps pressuring you to do it faster behind the door, complaining she can't stay in her sweat any longer.

The second it's her turn, you go make macaroni and cheese. You pour two bowls and you wish you could wait for her, nevertheless you're so hungry, you start eating without Kate.

"Hey!" Kate screams offended when she's in the kitchen, her hair still wet. "It would have been nice to wait for me."

"Come on, I keep some for you!" you retort, pointing at the plate you made for her."

"You better. Oh, no, you took the fork!" she complains, realizing you left her the plastic one.

"I've been telling you for years we should invest in cutlery," you say, rolling your eyes before marking a pause. "Thank you, Kate."

"For what?" your sister asks, frowning.

"For helping me. I did it this time and it's thanks to you."

"No, this is not what we're gonna do. It's thanks to you," she contradicts, looking you in the eyes. "I just trained you, but tonight? It was all you and only you. You stopped these guys, you even saved me."

"Don't make it bigger than it was, I just prevented you from having a twentieth bruise, that's it."

"First of all, I only have ten," Kate corrects, putting her fork on her plate, "and considering he had the upper hand, I wouldn't have gotten just one more bruise."

You know Kate is right when she tells you this, yet you refuse to think of what could have happened to her if you hadn't arrived on time. You were really scared for her at that moment.

"Still," your twin resumes, "you know you're made for this now. You just needed to have more faith in you."

"That's true. But I still need to work on it. I had some hesitations," you confess, looking down.

"Which is normal. You'll see, it'll get easier," Kate reassures you.

"I hope."

"I know so."

You smile to your twin, grateful to have her in your life. Although you still have some doubts in your mind, you know that the days this voice in your head will get too loud, Kate will do everything to silence it and to remind you you can do it, you have the abilities.

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me and my family of mentally ill weirdos

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It is pride today in my town!

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English words I see get misused/misspelled constantly (FOR TEACHING PURPOSES)

Y’all know what homophones are? You’re about to find out if you don’t.

ho·mo·phone: two or more words having the same pronunciation but different meanings, origins, or spelling, for example new and knew.

where - a location, “where are my keys?”

wear - like the clothes you are wearing, “i’m wearing a blue dress and earrings,” OR as in worn out/wear and tear, “the baby is wearing himself out with all that crying”

wait - service, “waiting tables” OR time passing, “i’m waiting for my food”

weight - how heavy something is, “this weighs 10 pounds/kilograms”

your - possessive (singular), “i’m your friend”

you’re - you ARE (contraction of 2 words), “you’re going to be late”

their - possessive (usually plural but can be used singular!), “i have two kids, their both boys”

there - where (location), “look over there!” OR even a comfort, “there, there, calm down”

they’re - they ARE (contraction of 2 words), “they’re on the way”

to - motion, “we’re going to school” OR transition, “her smile faded to a frown”

too - also, “i have a dog, too!”

two - number! 2!, “i have two apples”

here - where again!, “come over here”

hear - from your ear!, “can you hear that sound?” “hear me out”

by - another where, “he lives by the movie theater” OR how “by the power vested in me, i pronounce you husband and wife”

buy - purchase, “i’m buying food” OR believe “i don’t buy this, he’s lying”

bye - goodbye!, “bye, see you tomorrow”

bear - an animal, “RUN, IT’S A BEAR!!!” OR endure, “bear with me”

bare - naked, “i’m not wearing a shirt, my chest is bare”

peak - top of a mountain usually/highest point of something, “we’re at the mountain’s peak” OR a similar definition is the best of someone’s life, “he peaked in high school”

peek - to look at something secretly, “don’t peek at my notes”

pique - irritated, “i’m piqued by his attitude” OR attention, “he’s piqued my interest”

rain - as in weather, “it’s raining outside”

rein - straps on a horse, “grab hold of the reins”

reign - like what a kingdom has power over, “the king reigns over all subjects”

phase - an period of time, “it’s just a phase” “phase of the moon”

faze - concern, “that doesn’t faze me” “i’m unfazed by that”

break - a period of time to rest, “i’m taking a break from writing” OR to damage something, “did you break the mirror?”

brake - the pedal on a vehicle that makes it stop, “hit the brakes!”

peace - tranquil, “it’s so peaceful at night”

piece - a part of something, “can i have a piece of pizza?”

add any that you think should be here!!

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This is brilliant!

Sorry this took me so long 🌸anon!! Cassie’s not a character I know well and this is mainly a sickfic blog, but I wanted to still write it for you because you’re always so sweet. Thank you for your patience! I hope it’s alright and that you enjoy. ❤️

Cassie Lang x Teen!sister!reader (platonic)

CW: mentions of depression, past neglect, intense emotions, deceased family, survivors guilt, loss of hope

I’m not too familiar with Cassie’s story but let’s say this is after Endgame, when the Langs are rebuilding their life in San Francisco?

Problem Child

You really didn’t expect much when you got dropped off at the Langs’ front door with one duffel bag (haphazardly stuffed with your only belongings), and a social worker’s forced smile. You couldn’t expect much. Not when hope and expectations only hurt, only end up in flames, especially with you.

Your life had become a long series of awkward entrances and silent goodbyes, and more recently, it’s only gotten worse what with…well whatever’s going on with you. You still can’t quite figure it out.

It started a few months ago, when you’d woken up in your third foster home that month in a panic. Your entire body felt like it was burning, like someone had thrown you in a campfire like a marshmallow. Your scream had woken up your foster family, and while they’d been nice enough to check for a fever (you hadn’t had one) and seemed to be okay with the sudden wake up, when it happened again a couple nights later, this time with your sheets and duvet singed around the edges, you knew you’d be gone by morning no matter how much you tried to tell them and the social workers that you hadn’t done it; well not intentionally.

So like you went into every new foster family, you didn’t have much hope for this one. And being placed with Scott Lang, a guy who used to be in prison and an Avenger? That didn’t exactly inspire confidence. Not for you at least. Maybe for the agency. Maybe they thought a guy like that would be able to better handle someone like you.

The problem was, the Langs’ weren’t half bad. Scott and his daughter, a girl just a few years older than you had greeted you at the door with genuine smiles despite their obvious nervous energy, but immediately you could tell something was different. They didn’t have that same false kindness that usually came with being a kid like you. There were no cautious glances, no sympathetic looks, or over exaggerated gestures and attempts to make you feel welcome.

They were just plain, normal, kind people. They genuinely seemed excited to have you with them. And that was what made you nervous. You can’t let yourself get comfortable, not when you’ve been down this road before. When you know better.

And Cassie, the girl, your new older “sister”, was the worst part.

Because she was...nice.

Too nice.

“Hey,” she said that first night, standing in your doorway holding two mugs of hot chocolate with way too many marshmallows. “I figured...you might want someone to talk to, or not talk to. That’s cool too Either way is…uh, yeah.”

You didn’t say a word as she set one of the mugs on the dresser, just stared at the cracks in the wall until she left. But once she was gone, you got up to claim the cocoa. The mug depicting a silly Christmas elf even though it’s summer. Because hot chocolate’s hot chocolate, and you have to admit it was nice to hold something warm in your hands, especially since today was one of the days you’d woken up freezing, not burning like your skin felt like half the time.

Weeks passed, and you learned quickly that the Langs weren’t half bad. Scott wasn’t a scary ex con, he was just a dad. A dork with a fun laugh who tried way too hard to make you laugh with him. He called you “Kiddo” even when you gave him zero reason to. But he never got mad. Not when you skipped dinner. Not when you only spoke a few words a day to them. Not even when your powers flared up in your sleep and scorched the edge of your blanket. He’d just knock on your door a little while later with fresh sheets and a spare quilt.

And Cassie? She didn’t give up. She was almost as stubbornly patient as Scott.

Every single evening she knocked on your door. Sometimes with hot chocolate, or tea. Even popcorn a couple of time, after you’d caved and joined them for family movie night once and ate a whole two bowls by yourself. One night she just brought a box of her old comic books and left them without a word, just a soft smile and a gesture to the one on top of the stack.

You never told her, but you read them all. Twice. Especially that first one on the stack. That had caught your attention, one about a superhero with fire powers. It became your favorite. You read it every night before bed, because it ended with the hero claiming his powers for good and finding peace with his abilities.

You weren’t dumb. You knew something weird was going on with you. You knew weird supernatural things happen all the time in your world. Look at the Battle of New York. The Blip. You know you’re not crazy to actually believe that you appear to have developed some sort of powers. You just hate that you can’t seem to control them, and that you have no idea why you have them or why they never showed themselves until now.

And the nagging thought in the back of your mind that tugged at something harsh in your heart and memories. You don’t remember much from that night, from before. Just the image of your childhood room, enveloped in red-orange flames all around you and the same skin-burning feeling you get most nights now after nightmares.

You were only 6. You barely remember your family, none of whom made it out. Only remember the warmth in their smiles, their touch. The laughter of your siblings. The smell of perfume when your mom hugged you. The surprised shouts when the firemen found you mostly unscathed in the rubble. The cold hand of the agent who helped you into the car on the way to the orphanage.

But eventually, the Langs’ were starting to wear you down. You spent less time alone in your room. You started joining for more dinners than not, even if you didn’t engage in conversation, it was kind of nice to be around people who enjoyed your company nonetheless. You laughed more frequently at Scott’s jokes, and sometimes helped Cassie make your nightly mugs of hot chocolate.

But it wasn’t until your powers really scared you that you finally cracked.

It was late…or was it early? You’d all gone to bed late after watching one of Scotts old favorite movies. Your body had started to glow faintly—uncontrolled, hot, too hot beneath your skin. You woke up shaking, sweat dripping down your temples, energy pulsed in your fingertips, buzzing like a wasp nest. It was so intense, worse than anything from before, except for once. When you were 6.

Your first thought was no. Not again. You can’t let it happen again. You’re happy now, or, trying to be. You want to be. You can’t hurt the Langs.

You bolted from your room with the aim of getting to the front door, your breathing quickened as you glanced down at your hands which were glowing a violent yellow-red.

But Cassie was in the kitchen, and she turned to see you standing frozen in your panic, an Oreo half balanced between her teeth. She didn’t scream when she saw you, though her eyes held worry. Not panic. Not fear. Concern. For you.

“Cass—Cassie, I can’t…I c-can’t turn it off!”

Without a word, the cookie was abandoned on the counter as she let it fall from her lips. She rushed over and without hesitation, grabbed your hands holding tight, even though you caught her wincing the second she touched you.

Your breath caught, throat closing with fear. “No! You’ll get hurt—!”

“I won’t,” she said firmly. “Breathe with me.”

She held you hands, and your gaze, grounding you with both. Her own hands were warm and solid. Her voice—calm, steady as she kept talking to you as she guided your breathing. She didn’t flinch once, and she never looked afraid.

“Okay,” she whispered after a minute. “You’ve got it, y/n. Your powers are part of you. But they don’t own you. You’re not dangerous, okay? You’re learning. And I’ve seen worse. For real, my dad literally turned into a giant once.”

You let out a shaky laugh as a tear of relief escaped when you looked down at your hands, still intertwined with hers, no longer glowing, no longer burning.

“There she is,” Cassie smiled.

After that, you started opening up even more.

Little things at first. Reading your comics with her while she did her homework at the kitchen table, sitting closer with her during movies rather than on the floor, talking about your old life in half-sentences when the two of you helped Scott cook dinner. Eventually you told Cassie everything—about the countless foster homes, the nights you cried yourself to sleep, the way your powers made people afraid of you. The way they scared you too.

You even…shared your thoughts and fears about that night, when you’d lost everything. The way you’ve convinced yourself it was your fault. How else could you have survived when the rest of your family didn’t? That day she just pulled you into a tight hug and didn’t move until your sobs subsided. Then she’d look you in the eyes and told you that it was okay. That you were a kid. It was horrible. But it wasn’t your fault.

You didn’t believe her quite yet, but the guilt, the fear, the pain, all lessened after that. You started to feel lighter. Because of Scott. Because of Cassie.

They never judged you. Never looked at you like you were broken. Never got afraid when your powers flared or mad when you accidentally left burn marks on the tables.

“We’re the weird ones,” she said one night while you both lay on the trampoline in the backyard, staring at the stars. “Me. You. My dad. The Avengers. But it’s not a bad thing. Weird doesn’t mean wrong. Sometimes it means strong.”

She squeezed your hand.

And slowly, you started to believe her.

By the end of the summer, you had a new favorite word: sister. You said it to annoy her. You said it when you were proud. You said it when she waited up for you after a nightmare and didn’t complain once.

You were still figuring things out. Your place, your powers, your fears, your past, and your future.

But you weren’t alone, not anymore.

She made sure of it.

It was about a week after that late-night panic, the one where you almost held them, when Cassie found you outside again in the backyard, palms pressed to the grass, an old candle on the patio in front of you. You just stared at it, trying not to glow. Trying so hard.

She flopped down beside you without saying anything, then reached into her backpack and pulled out...goggles?

“Okay, so,” she said, putting them on dramatically. “Science time.”

You gave her a look. “You’re not even a scientist.”

“Hey! Rude…but true. No,I’m not, but I’m a Lang. We make stuff up as we go.” She looked so determined that you had no choice but to believe her when she said the two of you were going to figure this all out, together.

She helped you practice in secret. Small things at first. Creating sparks between your fingers. Learning how to calm your breathing before things got out of hand. Every time your powers glitched or flared too bright, she was right there. Even when you accidentally singed the ends of her hair, she kept working with you patiently, never mad, never judging, just…encouraging.

Sometimes you messed up.

Sometimes you got scared and ran.

But Cassie never gave up on you. And soon, Scott joined you too (once he found out). That’s when he’d showed you his lab, and two weeks later, he’d pulled together makeshift training suits for both you and Cassie. Ones that couldn’t catch fire. He’d even made the technology in the fabric in your’s have a cooling and heating effect that triggered when your body temperature rose or dropped too far.

For your birthday, he surprised you with a whole new set of bedsheets, a blanket and freaking pajamas with the same new and improved Lang approved fabric. From then on, you slept through the night every night.

One day, your powers got a little too strong during practice. You’d been practicing the kinetic energy side of your powers when you got too excited and a glowing shockwave burst from your palms, knocking Cassie flat on her back.

“Oh my—Cassie!” You rushed to her, terrified. “I didn’t mean to…”

She stopped your panic by groaning dramatically and holding up a thumbs-up with both hands as she caught her breath. “Ten outta ten. Would fly again.”

You laughed through your tears. It felt...weird. But in the good way.

That night, Scott knocked gently on your bedroom door.

He walked in with a cup of tea and a kind smile. “Cassie told me you’ve been working hard.”

You stared at the floor, a faint flush rising in your cheeks, guilt churning in your gut. She’d been okay…but what if she hadn’t.

“I almost hurt her today.” You whispered, tucking your knees into your chest.

Scott set the tea on your side table sat on the edge of the bed. “Yeah. And I used to shrink so small I got stuck in a vacuum cleaner once. True story.”

You blinked. “W-what?”

“The point is,” he continued softly, sipping his own mug. “Nobody starts off good at this. Not me, not Cassie, not any of the Avengers. Heck, some of them still don’t know what they’re doing.”

You let out a soft laugh, and Scott smiled.

“I know your life’s been rough, that you haven’t always had people there for you. And I know being different makes everything feel ten times harder. But you’ve got people now. And we don’t care if you burn your finger prints into our dining room table, or…or light up like a Christmas tree. We just want you, and we care about you.”

You looked up at him, blinking rapidly as your eyes stung a little. You couldn’t find yourself to speak, but as you learned, that was okay. Scott just placed a hand on your shoulder, then a kiss to your forehead, his dad-beard stubble scratching your skin lightly. Then he stood up silently and walked to your door.

“I meant what I said,” he added as he lingered there a moment longer. “You’re part of this family now. That means when you fall, we help you get back up. Deal?”

You nodded. “Deal.”

He smiled in that goofy, warm way you’d grown fond of “Cool. Now don’t tell Cassie I said anything emotional. She’ll never let me live it down.”

You trained harder after that. You started making real progress.

Sometimes you glowed on purpose.

Sometimes you didn’t cry after nightmares.

One night, on Scott’s birthday, you lit the candles yourself, just with a little concentration and the touch of your pointer finger.

And on a Friday, when Cassie noticed you shivering during family movie night (which you attended weekly now) and tossed you a spare Lang family hoodie and called you “short-stack,” you rolled your eyes and shot back without thinking, “Love you too, nerd.”

You swore you saw her get misty-eyed before she tackled you in a hug and Scott gasped when the popcorn flew from her lap and onto the floor.

You smiled into her hoodie as she hugged you.

You were still figuring out who you were. But with these people beside you, Cassie cheering you on with endless mugs of hot chocolate, and Scott making dumb dad jokes from the kitchen—you were starting to believe:

Maybe you do have a place, a reason for hope, a family.

And maybe it’ll take some growing pains (and burns), but maybe that’s okay, because the Langs helped you finally understand.

You were never broken, you were just... becoming.

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ISABELA MERCED as DINA BELLA RAMSEY as ELLIE WILLIAMS THE LAST OF US | 2023 — S02E01: Future Days

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I adore these so much ❤️❤️

The dynamic is really sweet and I loved how you added in other characters to the story as well :)

Headcanons for being Kendra Saunder’s younger sibling

Kendra Saunders x reader

warnings:

a/n: so short i sowwy i have no background info on her yet but i hope she does something cool in peacemaker s2

prompt: anonymous: “You write for Hawkgirl! Can I ask for a headcannon for being her younger sibling?”

kendra is pretty protective of you

i mean, like, it's real bad

like last time you had a date she threatened them with her mace

"kendra, that's a civilian, there's no reason to threaten murder" -you

"oh really? what if i told you their vibe was off" -kendra

"no, kendra...just...no?" -you

"what if i told you they have outstanding felony warrants. plural" -michael, pulling up your date's public records

"see?! i was right!" -kendra

"don't get any ideas, please. can't go threatening everyone" -you

"oh, watch me" -kendra

she's prone to requesting nights in where she just forces you to binge reality tv shows

"we can't watch six seasons of rupaul's drag race in one sitting" -you

"not with that attitude" -kendra, throwing popcorn at you

you are often invited to justice gang game night

but intellectual games are strictly banned due to michael being to smart

and by intellectual games i mean...scrabble

"yeah, we banned scrabble after guy over here smashed the board because he misspelled 'justice' with an 'S'" -michael

"i TOLD you it was a LONG DAY" -guy

you guys stuck to uno

guy threw his 30 uno cards at you the second you called uno (you hadn't even won yet???)

kendra sucker punched him

you still returned to every game night after this

kendra refers to herself as "the wingwoman" when you go to bars and then immediately drives everyone away the moment she reveals them (on purpose she's still very protective of you)

"you are not allowed to date until...forever" -kendra

"would it make you feel better if mike started doing background checks on everyone i socialize with?" -you

"hmm. no" -kendra

she always buys you treats wherever you go

"i got you a cookie" -kendra

"YIPPEE" -you

she also always pays. it used to be that way when you were younger bc you had zero dollars but now she just does it out of habit—and she's making big bucks with lordtech

"let me hold the mace" -you

"no" -kendra

"pleeeease?" -you

"fine" -kendra

it almost fell on your foot. too heavy

hey she was protective of you with other people her own terrorization was entertainment

classic older sister things (a/n: i am an older sister)

you tried to help them in PR

she managed to convince max lord to give you a job as their "social media manager" (a/n: i also helped my younger sibling get a job through nepotism)

you ended up taking a lot of meme-y pictures, forcing tiktok dances, starting cringy hashtags, taking 0.5x pictures of guy's bowl cut, taking terrible pics of kendra, and bullying michael

basically you were now everyones little sibling

you once posted #supershit ironically with a picture of the team posing happily with superman but the media just didn't get it :((

"this is just mean!" -superman

"hang on i can fix this" -you

follow up post was "#superslay" with superman mogging

all the superman anti's tried to argue that "slay" meant superman was killing innocents 💔

kenda issued a statement and then bitched at u for embarassing her by doing meme posts on the corporate account but max lord gave you a raise so was it really that bad

"throwback" pics but its just poorly edited michael and guy as babies and really bad REAl pics of kendra

daily planet tried to recruit you lowkey

you don't really worry about kendra on missions bc she is the baddest bitch ever but you worry a lil. bc you have a heart

help exfoliate the goddess wings????? perhaps

kendra is big sissy 4 life u love her no matter how much you get on each other's asses

taglist: @summersimmerus // @the-did-i-ask // @elmolovesw33d // @redhoodedtoad //

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This is such a nice idea!!

Being The Mother Hen/Therapist Of The Thunderbolts Would Include:

Requested: Preference for Tunderbolts reacting to you being the unofficial group therapist, like you're the most emotionally stable out of them? Thank you! - anon

Requested: Idk if this would be better suited for a preference or HCs but can i request Y/N being the covert caregiver or “mother hen” of the Thunderbolts? Not in an obvious way like nagging them to improve their habits but more like… wordlessly fixing problems and making their lives a little easier. Like they’re about to leave for a mission and find someone has restocked their utility belt full of first aid supplies. Or Y/N noticed everybody squinting and rubbing their eyes at the bright ass fluorescent lights Val installed and spends their day off replacing them with ones that won’t give everybody migraines. Texting the groupchat like “meeting at 6, everybody to the living room for debrief” and they show up to find a debrief… and lasagna. Like they’re not trying to baby the team or anything just quietly being considerate. Bonus points if any attempt to thank them directly ends up like “don’t mention it. Literally. I will Instantly Die if you mention this again.” - @mywinterivy

A/N: I hope you don't mind! I combined the two requests just because I thought there would be some overlap and didn't want to be repetitive :) I'm so sorry it's taken me so long my loves!!! Hopefully the wait is worth it!!! Feedback is always appreciated 🖤🖤🖤🖤

SHIPS ARE OPEN / THUNDERBOLTS REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

You do it both because you love it, that's how you take care of the people you love, but also because they need it. This team is riddled with issues and trauma and grief. Someone needs to look after all of you and it definitely not going to be Valentina

You don't even really mean to at first. What you do, it just comes naturally, without a second thought. You don't think anything of it

Polishing John's shield when it looks worn and a little lackluster

You sharpen Bucky's knives after you hear him talk about how dull they were getting. You were already doing yours, and you had the time, so why not help him out? It was the least you could do

Not just their weapons, like adding more bullets to Ava's belt and making sure her guns were all loaded, but also things around the tower and helping out psychologically

You made dinner every Sunday where they'd all have to sit around the table and talk to each other and eat a decent meal for once in their lives. If you had a mission or a meeting, a group text would be sent out about rescheduling. They learned eventually there were so few excuses actually taken seriously for missing "family dinner". Someone them even liked it, like Yelena and Alexei, who never missed and even offered to help out around the kitchen

"What are we having tonight?"

"Lasagna."

"Do you have my hot sauce?"

"Of course."

Doing the food shopping for the team and coming with a long list of different dietary restrictions. Yelena had a problem of only having snacks on her list, like candy and popcorn, instead of meals. John needed a specific number of protein drinks and supplements, otherwise his whole routine would go awry. Alexei always had more vodka and booze than anything else and you'd always put a cap on how much he actually got. It didn't matter that he has super serum in him, drinking that much wasn't good for anyone

You always come home with something special like a sweet treat or new coffee for everyone to try. You love how excited they all get trying to find their items as they unpack the bags. In these moments, you definitely feel more like a parent than a teammate

"Where is the rest of my vodka?"

"They ran out. Mhm, yeah, some kind of shortage. . . "

You're always there with a mug of tea and a blanket for when they need someone to talk to. At first it was just Bob who spoke lightly about how he's been feeling. Not just his moods, which are all-encompassing and need immediate attention, but also side effects of his meds and his cravings to go back to the drugs. How much easier it all felt when he could get high and escape the mania/depression. He thanks you a dozen times, but you really don't mind. You like helping him, all of them. You can see the change in him almost immediately, how light he feels afterwards after keeping such impactful secrets to himself

Yelena starts to talk a little about Natasha, sharing stories mostly, until there's one night she finds you and she has this heartbroken look on her face. It's been so long since she's visited her sister and she fears she's moving on, leaving her behind. You assure her she could never forget about Tasha, that it's okay she hasn't visited because she's been busy with the Thunderbolts

Even Bucky comes to you, very occasionally. He doesn't even plan on talking. It's just the two of you in the kitchen and he starts telling you about Sam. How his friendship meant a lot to him and he ruined it. How he'll never find anyone like Steve and yet he can't move on. About Hydra and Wakanda and all the attempts he made to leave this life behind. He doesn't want to be comforted, so you just let him speak, and when he's done he apologizes, but you won't hear it

Ava comes to you about her chronic pain. She's frustrated with herself, her body and her condition. Frustrated that she hasn't gotten used to it yet. Frustrated she feels exhausted most days because of it. Frustrated that there's really not anybody who could fully understand

You know their deepest fears, and greatest shames, and most powerful grief and though you're not under any kind of oath, you'll never tell it to another soul. Valentina tries a few times to pry, to "get to know the team better" but when she realizes it's like squeezing blood from a stone, she gives up and lets you do your thing

John will often come to you for baby advice. You just seem to know these things, it comes to you so easily, and he's trying to be better. Less angry, working on his depression, so that he can be a better, more involved father

Birthdays are a big way you show your love, too. It doesn't have to some big, elaborate party, just a homemade cake and their favorite dinner. Alexei and his red velvet with cream cheese frosting. Yelena's rainbow funfetti. Bucky with his blueberry and Ava with her double chocolate. John's traditional vanilla and Bob with his coffee cake. You perfect the recipe days in advance so that, on their birthday, everything turns out perfect! Many of your teammates never had or celebrated their birthdays, so it's your own attempt to reclaim it as something good rather than something ignored or forgotten

You're constantly doing things around the tower like leaving little notes are reminders:

Bob, remember your suit is in the wash

Ava, I have leftovers for you in the fridge

Bucky, your arm is still in the dishwasher. Don't forget!

They never admit to it, but they greatly appreciate this and everything you do. Sometimes they'll leave you thank you notes or little gifts. Bucky and Ava will get your favorite coffee and a sweet treat from a beloved bakery. Bob will make you cookies from scratch and though they're somehow rock hard and raw, you love them anyways. John will try to be as nonchalant when he thanks you for dinner and offers to wash the dishes

While you appreciate all that they do for you in return, you hate that sort of attention. You never mind doing this for them. It brings you a lot of joy. So being thanked with so much sincerity, it freaks you out. Eventually, in return, your team learns to thank you in a way that doesn't seem like so much, so overwhelming. Now they leave you gifts without a note and the appreciation goes unsaid, but not unnoticed

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@lgbtqcreators meme [5/10] lgbtq+ characters TRINI from Power Rangers (2017) ↳ "Three schools in three years. What's crazy is I like it that way. You know, it's just easier. Nobody ever has to get to know me and, uh, my parents don't have to worry about my relationships." Boyfriend troubles? "Yeah. Boyfriend troubles." Girlfriend troubles...?

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🧡💚 | Power Rangers: Cosmic Fury

[jamiedc-they-them]

absolute menace but still such a good boy :')))

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Sometimes there's no choice but to kiss your girlfriend square on the mouth plate 💚💜

[jamiedc-they-them]

England won football, which is cool :) and I feel patriotic for once.

Just hate that my brain is being a depressed cunt.

[jamiedc-they-them]

Love this dynamic!

Hello could I ask for some soft headcannons for being Cassie Lang’s sibling who is autistic?

Cassing Lang having an autistic sibling

Cassie never sees your autism as a problem

She grew up seeing heroes with differences, so she knows it just means you process the world in your own way

She never talks over you

If you’re nonverbal or struggle to get words out, she always gives you the time you need

If you’re overwhelmed, she’s the first one to gently step in

She always gives you choices instead of pushing you into things

“Wanna go with me, or stay here? Either way’s okay.”

Cassie defends you without hesitation

She adapts to your routines

If you like structure, she tries to keep things consistent and warns you ahead of time when plans might change

She learns your special interests

Even if it’s something she doesn’t know much about (like trains, space, marine biology, etc.), she listens and learns just to connect with you

She helps others understand your needs without making a big deal of it

She gives you her hoodie when you need pressure or comfort

Cassie absolutely hates when people talk down to you

If you get overwhelmed by noise or lights, she immediately makes it better

Whether it’s headphones, dimming lights, or leading you outside

She’s always got your back in social situations

She notices when you’re getting drained and steps in with a distraction or exit plan

She helps you set boundaries with others

She values your comfort above everything

If you hate certain textures, smells, or sounds, she’ll eliminate them from the room without a second thought.

She researches autism on her own

She doesn’t assume you’re like everyone else, but she tries to learn what might help or hurt

Cassie supports your communication style

Whether you use AAC, sign, scripting, or any alternative method, she treats it just like speaking

“You handled that whole dinner without headphones? I’m proud of you.”

Cassie always notices when you’re shutting down

And gently brings you something grounding: a favorite item, snack, or soft voice

She never shames you for meltdowns

If you ever say you feel broken or “wrong,” she gets so serious

She reminds you that your brain is just wired differently, not badly

She lets you info-dump without cutting you off

In fact, she encourages it: “Wait, what happens next?”

[jamiedc-they-them]

Thank you so much, my sweet!!!!

Hiiii!

Can I do a platonic Thunderbolts ship, please with one of the women of the Thunderbolts?

Personality wise: I'm very loyal and friendly, but overthink every single interaction and see only flaws in myself (think that is a prerequisite to join them lol).

People I like: People who hold similar values (socially, politically, etc) and who are bluntly honest along with interests in similar hobbies.

Hobbies: Writing (25 and still going strong with fanfiction), analysing media to break down why something means something to me, going out on walks with friends, gaming, films (right now I'm obsessed with KPOP Demon Hunters, Snow White 2025, Thunderbolts and Superman).

Pet peeves: People who are dishonest, people who dismiss someone else's view, obvs bigots.

I'm not very materialistic, I just need the basic necessities in life to live properly, then I'll use whatever else I have to help people.

I hope that is enough 😭

You and Ava Starr immediately become close. Your personalities just click. Both of you have strong personalities with a lot of opinions and it feels like you could talk forever about what you think of shows, movies, politics, etc. You never grow tired of hearing what she has to say, her thoughts, and she feels the same way. If there's something that's bothering her or taking up a lot of space in her mind, you're the first person she goes to to talk it out. Both of you hate dishonest people, therefore your relationship with Valentina is quite complicated. Luckily, you have one another to lean on when she does or says something that gets on your nerves. Ava definitely helps you when you start to nitpick yourself and beat yourself up over little things. She offers a more logical perspective where you have a hard time debunking. You two spend a lot of time together just enjoying one another's company. Spending lazy days watching movies you love. Ava becoming your own personal editor when you write. She is biased because she loves everything you write, but tries her best to remain impartial. You definitely go on a lot of walks through the city and talk about everything that comes to mind!

Jamie!!! Thank you for requesting!!! I really hope you like it!! 🖤🖤🖤