#peter is just so sad and pathetic... hes so interesting to me bc he gets built up all season long as the Big Monster Of The Week

[pummelingbat]

bold of me to listen to the big jmart confession episode & just brush that aside for my .02 crumbs of shitty rarepair lmfao

[madqueenalanna]

i ruminated on this all night and i think the reason "talented mr ripley" left such a strong positive impact on me (besides that it's good and has repressed gay yearning) is that ripley himself– a guy so desperate for love, attention, and community that he is willing to change everything about himself at a moment's notice even when it starts taking him down an irreversibly dangerous path– is one of the most relatable characters i've ever seen

cause like, "character so fixated on a goal they're willing to abandon any sense of self or morals" isn't uncommon, it's right up there with "ambition makes you evil" and "absolute power corrupts absolutely" for common archetypes of villains. and "character so desperate to be liked they'll do anything" is usually a pathetic, detestable worm of a person. obviously "gay guy gets rebuffed, goes evil" and "repressed gay guy can no longer manage his repression and it makes him evil" are old homophobic villain tropes as well

but tom isn't a villain. he doesn't even do anything unforgivable, or even really Wrong, until halfway through the movie. he lied a few times, but to avoid admitting he's a broke loser. when he changes his hair, his clothes, his music, his decorating style, his hobbies, he's not doing so for the purpose of manipulation, he's doing so to fit in. he wants dickie to like him– he wants to be with him, but he also wants to be him. he's not even really envious, just admiring! he doesn't want to take dickie's place, just join him there! both in a gay way, and a socially outcast way. it needs to be both, that's why it works, it's the layers

cause like, i get that! i understand what it's like to have a "sense of self" so weak that when people tell me to "just be yourself" i couldn't even tell you what that means. i wear different types of clothes around different friend groups, bc what you wear absolutely affects how people think of you and how much they respect you. if you asked a few different people in my life what my music taste is, you would almost certainly get wildly different answers, bc i tailor how much i discuss and disclose based on my audience, partially out of years of being mocked for what i like and partially bc it makes the most sense to keep common interests first and foremost in my relationships w other people

tom's sense of self (his beliefs about who he is, what he believes) is not stronger than his needs (basic needs like affection, compassion, understanding). he is genuinely willing to betray himself for dickie (to have him, to be him) bc he doesn't feel a strong enough connection to that "himself" he's betraying. access to dickie's material wealth is attractive to him, but it's the charisma that really gets him; the way dickie draws people to him, makes them feel special, the way he is loved and worshipped, that is extremely powerful for someone who seems to have no friends or close family, who feels ignored and downtrodden and made fun of. dickie's combined wealth and charisma also means he can do whatever he want and not only will there be no material consequences, he doesn't even really seem to alienate anyone!

that's where it all comes together, i think. he wants to be in dickie's place not just so he can have all this money and nice clothes and loving friends, but so he can feel like he's someone who deserves those things. tom ripley, in his mind, must not deserve any of those things, bc he does not have them; dickie does have them, so tom must have to be dickie to have them and deserve them. it's especially sad bc peter does seem to really "get" tom, but when your sense of self is that weak, being "seen" and "understood" is both so desirable you'll chase it at any cost, and so terrifying you'll run from it. it's this eternal tug of war, and tom loses it, and kills peter. i like that his story ends there, by rejecting the only real chance he had in the entire movie of having the kind of relationship he wanted, bc it's too alien to be trusted and too intimate to be comfortable. i really feel for tom :(

[thetriggeredhappy]

If you’re still doing requests, what about if Scout never came back to life after Spy tells him he’s his dad? I’m interested to see bc 1) Spy seemed like he was about to go Apeshit on the enemy team and 2) Miss Pauling, Soldier and Zhanna were literally JUST with him a while ago. That’s got to be disorienting. and 3) I like angst

i really do write one fic abt That Scene From The Comics and everyone goes bananas huh

(warnings for severe injury, major character death, canon-typical violence, the works)

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“Spy, you’re back!” Miss Pauling called, hurrying over and continuing to shield her eyes from the views both Soldier and Sniper had decided to present to the team. “Good, we’ve just about wrapped up everything around here. Did you—“

“Scout’s dead,” Spy said, continuing to limp past her, expression stony.

“I’m sorry, what?” she asked, blinking and moving to follow after him.

“Scout’s dead,” Spy repeated.

“What?” she demanded. “What do you mean, Scout’s dead?”

“Scout is dead, Miss Pauling,” Spy suddenly snapped, spinning around to hiss it at her, expression contorted with a series of emotions. “And if you don’t terribly mind it I would rather not stand here all day with a shattered kneecap just repeating myself over and over again until you can understand me. Scout is dead.”

She raised a hand to cover her mouth, eyes widening. “Spy, oh my God, I’m so sorry,” she said quietly, enough that nobody else would hear.

Spy’s expression settled into anger for a few moments, then he managed to simmer it down into mere frustration, although she could still see the emotion locked there behind his eyes. “You aren’t the one who killed him, what are you apologizing for?” he asked, voice a mumble, looking off to one side.

She sighed softly. “You know why,” she murmured, and earned the barest glance before he was looking away again.

“What a shame,” Spy said, changing the subject abruptly as he glanced around them. “I’m afraid there may not be any robots remaining for me to work my frustration out on. I would rather not go anywhere near the Soldier or Saxton Hale when either of them are on a killing spree. Unfortunate, I was looking forward to it.”

She was sure ‘frustration’ wasn’t the correct word, but she let it go. “Like you can even walk,” she pointed out, looking down over the wound in his knee. “Take a seat on... that rubble, I guess. Let me see if I can patch that up at all.”

“If you think you’re going to bait me into sitting still long enough to psychoanalyze me, you’ll need to think again, Miss Pauling,” Spy scoffed.

“If you think you can make it another ten minutes without treating that, you’ll need to think again,” she scoffed right back. “C’mon.”

He sighed, glanced at the pile of rubble, and ultimately caved, only somewhat because his body couldn’t really hold up its own weight anymore.

And she kept her commentary and questions to herself. For a while, at least. “It’s almost over, we’re in the final stretch. Now we just hunt down the other Heavy and we’re home free, we can rebuild.” She smiled at him, although it was a tight one. “What will you do in the meantime?”

“Well, I believe I have a woman in Boston who I need to call regarding her youngest son, and then I expect I’ll be living on the run for the few months it takes her to find and kill me,” Spy said dryly. “So unfortunately, I may not be available if this is meant to be a smooth segue into another job offer.”

“That’s a shame. I was really looking forward to continuing to work with you,” she said, tone almost joking. “Dying really puts a damper on the workflow, on the, uh...”

“Synergy,” Spy supplied.

“Synergy, exactly. Terrible work environment, being dead and all,” she continued, trying to give him an out, a distraction.

Instead, she watched as he drew a hand down his face, taking a deep breath that had little to do with the pressure she was trying to apply to the wound.

“You’re sure?” she asked after a bit of that silence.

“He had a hole in his stomach the size of a cannonball and started going cold almost immediately,” Spy said with a huff of laughter, expression hidden behind his hand. “I’ve been less sure about the deaths of people I’ve stabbed through the heart.”

“He wasn’t dead when you got there?” she asked, surprised.

“Not quite. Barely lucid, though. The Sniper was kind enough to give me a moment to talk to him.”

“What did you say?”

“Exactly what he wanted to hear. A lie.” Spy’s eyes turned out towards the horizon line. “He was already nearly gone, there was no time for the truth. He died mid-sentence, I’m not even entirely sure he understood all of what I said. I’m pathetic.”

“I think it’s brave of you, actually. Or kind, at least. Make him happy there, give him some closure.”

“At least one of us could get it,” Spy agreed, and sighed hard, squeezing his eyes shut. “Then why do I feel so horrible?”

“Well, first of all, your son is dead,” she pointed out. “That’s not a great way for your Thursday to go.”

Spy snorted a laugh, but it petered off a bit too quickly to stick. “It’s not as though I even really knew him,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but there was always the chance. Always this idea in the back of your head, like... you’d figure it out. Like one day you’d get there with him.”

He shot her a look. “How do you know that?”

“How many years do we have to work together before I can figure out some things about how your brain works?” she asked, ripping the fabric she was using as gauze with her teeth. “Also, quit losing blood.”

“I suppose I’ll try,” he deadpanned. A beat of silence before he inhaled, exhaled. “And that’s not entirely wrong, but not entirely correct either.”

She gestured for him to go on with the hand not applying pressure.

“We spent several months in the same jail cell. Almost every single day, I was faced with the opportunity to come clean to him. To say something, anything. And every day I failed.” He tugged restlessly at his mask. “And then we were no longer in jail, and I told myself I would tell him, and I didn’t. How many nails do I drive into the coffin before the final one is meaningless? When I continue to place straws on the camel’s back, does it really matter which one was the last?”

“Yeah. It does,” she said, finally starting to wrap the wound, glancing over their surroundings for a piece of shrapnel to use as a brace. “I think you still get to be sad. You still get to regret it. It’s just... harder to look at it once it’s all over. Harsher in hindsight.”

“Harsher in hindsight,” he repeated, voice quiet. He paused for a long moment. “Maybe it’s better this way. Simple, happy emotions there at the end instead of deep, complicated ones. Let him feel like the hero of his own story, at least for a little while.”

“It’s Scout, didn’t he always?” she scoffed.

“If he was anything at all like his father? No,” Spy murmured, and that was the last the two of them ever said on the matter. At least, out loud.

[baltears]

doing the ask meme thats been going around with westworld even though nobody asked, because i wanted to 😌

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): william 😔 he’ll be appearing in several different answers bc he has the range. also dolores obviously but my thoughts on her are a little more mixed because her characterization changes so dramatically and sometimes i feel like the writers forget she has to have things to care about and the occasional moment of levity or enjoyment of things in order to not be a stone cold bummer of a character. (i need more of her Seeing Things So Full Of Splendor) but either way she’s bananas and i adore her

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): bernard <333 mr. soft and gentle and kind who accidentally murders people like every other day <333333 theresa is the most valid actually because she zeroed in on him and was like owo a perfect man? (they’re such a failcouple but i love them actually) also clementine :( justice for my baby!!!

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): idk if maeve counts as underappreciated by the fans (probably not) but she definitely is by the writers, give her an interesting arc and actual things to do that incorporate her interiority and inner world goddammit. also stubbs :) i think he’s fun and he adds a lot to every scene he’s in and im glad he got to have his little buddy comedy moment with bernard. oh and akane because she’s like maeve 1.0 and had just as much intelligence and will and potential to evolve but didn’t want to and i just think that’s interesting

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): akecheta <3 he did get a single episode of focus but i love him so much and i want him back and even the slightest mention of him prior or subsequent to his day in the limelight make me froth at the mouth. peter, he’s not obscure given how important he is to the plot on a technical level but he gets very little screentime actually being himself and i definitely love him a disproportionate amount and think they low key totally squandered his potential as a character. and ANGELA ily bestie. also i have a weird soft spot for the replacement hosts that get tacitly rejected by their surrounding hosts like an organ getting rejected after a transplant. do they notice. do they recognize it and feel sad that the love and acceptance shown to them is only a performance and has none of the authenticity that it did for the host they’re replacing. if they do notice do they understand why. Let Them Speak

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): william <3 he is so horrible and i like him so much. unfortunately if he were the only character i would definitely still watch the show that is how much i like him. lee sizemore does not really count after the end of s2 because he’s no longer anywhere near as pathetic and has had his full redemption arc but the versions of him in earlier seasons are still this for me :) incompetent and ridiculous king

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): william (obviously), entire delos family but esp logan, wyatt!dolores

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): serac. and maybe also charlotte to keep him company :)

[patricianandclerk]

liveblogging episode 2

OH WITH A VIOLIN?? I LOVE IT

also god gabriel is so hot just kill me

"pornography?"

"come into my backroom"

JESUS CHRIST!!!! Thanks!!!!!

god he hates sandaphlon, big respect

THE JEFFREY ARCHER BOOKS SMELL EVIL IM SCREAMING

Gabriel is literally THE himbo @mr gaiman thank you for my LIFE

also crowley's office is so embarrassing i love it. AAAH THE TALK SHOW!!! THAT'S SO CUTE!!!

god... its interesting bc. "i didn't mean to fall, i just hung around thr wrong people" crowley is so. interesting... bc.... unlike book crowley who wants to pretend to be a big scary demon, this one is so... self PITYING. like! it's interesting that he won't take responsibility - him saying himself "i hung around the wrong people", performing that self pity to an empty room, that's fascinating

also omf i LOVE agnes!!!

"mistress nutter?" GOD i adore her she did her own chains and everything!! what a woman!

I LOVE THE SPINNING HAT LABEL!!! Cute!!!

i love anathema and her ma... i think it's interesting to have changed characters like, tendencies and lil bits of personhood just bc like. we're seeing so much mkre of their interactions with other characters bc there's a whole cast? so you don't have to like, have everything

aaah i love anathema she's so cute!!!

SHADWELLLLLLLL

his accent IS weird omg

i actually find it so cute that he's... fucking just. grabbed him out of the public!!

hhh the idea that this crowley sits alone in the dark TALKING to himself and being anxious as fuck is... really pathetic but so SAD.

it's interesting too bc the thing is, his self pity and his lack of control, in my opinion, makes him less frightening? like book crowley can be very quietly intimidating if he wants to be because he knows how to hold back and he knows how to... be a snake, effectively

tv crowley is? you know, a little bitch. he shouts so easily! he is not scary! idk this is him. in private but these sre his PLANTSlike. he should be frightening to them

omg mme Tracey is,,, bless her...

INTIMATR PERSONAL RELIEF AAAH that's... so cute god

aaah

"you've lost the boy"

"we!"

"you!"

"we!"

and its not about... being together with aziraphale it's about not being his fault. interesting.

JESUS BRIAN DON'T BITE IT LIKE THAT

dog is SO cute, i love him...

for wensleydale it seems like it's just... a lifting of john darling from Peter pan, which is v diff from. book wensleydale but... its CUTE

IT'S

interesting too bc like

crowley is being sarcastically NASTY to aziraphale a LOT, in the condescending manner i usually expect in reverse in the book... like aziraphale is self righteous but like. not in a particularly commanding way

i love thst anathema is like "what the fuck??? are british kids like this????"

brian is very soft i love him

OHHHHH i like that... that's SOFT that's... CHIVALROUS. aziraphale giving him the bedroom eyes and saying, oh it doesn't count if I do it, but if YOU do it...

that's...

gos it really is like crowley is the bad boy on his motorcycle and aziraphale is like "oh no,,,, my virtue.... hint hint"

crowley and the GUNS, GOD

REALLY interesting that crowley LOSES it, shoves their bodies together, and there's NO fear in aziraphale's face at all. he WANTED the intimate moment.

aziraphale.... u fag....Softie

i love all of crowley's little oop and oh noises. it's so human.

"i didn't! someone hit me!" AGAIN with the shifting of the blame!!! and yet contextually so DIFFERENT to the book

ohhhh crowley FUSSING over his poor car

aziraphale didn't need to HOLD her hand jesus christ

"get in, angel" GOD

i love... crowley... watching aziraphale eat....

they're disgustingly married

i have to say, it's very interesting that crowley has that facial tattoo bc it really is much more similar to the body modifications the angels have than it is to the big demonic things, like the creatures or pustules

i actually find it interesting that crowley... apparently runs conversations over snd over in his head. bringing up the duck thing stuntedly, mentioning the bebop thing HOURS later, like...

that's FASCINATING. bc!! that's a very different kind of anxiety to book crowley's but is still deeply anxious?

also aziraphale's gloves? PURE FAGGOTRY. full. on Mickey mouse in this bitch. KISS me.

jesus christ aziraphale is a stupid bitch

cocoa??? what cocoa??? MY cocoa???

this aziraphale is obviously more human too in that he... actually has workinh senses when he's looking at the book... ALSO again to focus on crowley's self centred Ness

it's interesting that aziraphale is so OBVIOUSLY unbalanced and upset but like. he doesn't even notice bc he's do focused on himself

ALSO i love the 666 phone number that's so cute

[spoonfulofsexy]

Party Like A Stark

Peter Parker x Stark Reader

Part (6/6)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Summary: Your 19th birthday party was a memorable one and maybe the best one yet.  One of the best things that came out of the party was Peter.  There’s definitely something budding between the two of you, but will it last?

Warnings: Cursing, angst, some violence, mention of past abuse, and SMUT!!!

Masterlist

AN: hey guys so this is the last chapter and it’s hella long! I stayed up till 3:40 AM to write this before I go on vacation tomorrow! I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter (also it’s quite long) bc I worked really hard and stayed up for this! Also I hope you enjoyed the mini fic! I know I definitely did!  and for what you all have been waiting for, PETER PARKER SMUT!!

“Peter seriously, what were you thinking inviting her here?”  The chatter started up again after you left, so Mj pulled him to the side.

Peter didn’t understand what had gotten into her.  Mj did always have a strong opinion, but she usually kept to herself.  “Mj what’s your problem? She wasn’t bothering anybody!”, Peter threw his hands out frustrated at his friend.

“She doesn’t belong here!”  Peter looked around the room, not sure what she meant by that.  Mj saw the puzzled look on his face and sighed because she had to explain.  “(Y/N), isn’t like us!  She was born rich, she’s never had to go through what us “nobody’s” have.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about”, Peter rolled his eyes and crossed his arms defensively.  

“And you do?  Look, I don’t know what you do at that Stark internship but there’s no way you’ve gotten close enough to know her like that.”  Mj put a hand on Peter’s arm.  “I’ve known you since middle school, and I know she isn’t the type of girl for you.”

Peter didn’t want to listen, he couldn’t, but there was something deep down thinking maybe she was right.  He shook his head, trying to push the voice back into his mind.  “Mj, she’s has always been kind and caring towards me I really don’t think-”

Mj just made a “tsking” sound and shook her head in disappointment. “For such a smart guy, you really don’t know much Peter.”

Peter groaned and ran a hand down his face. “I’m tired of your games! What are you talking about!”

“She’s using you Peter, I don’t know what for but there’s no way she could have feelings for you.”

“No, you don’t know that!”, Peter denied.  

“Why would she be interested in an intern when she could have anybody else she wants? Tell me that doesn’t sound weird to you.”

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed as the cold truth was given to him.  Maybe she was right, but it just didn’t make sense.  You always seemed to have a good time when you were around him, but maybe it was all an act.  His chest began to ache at the idea of you faking your feelings for him. “I’m done talking about this”, Peter’s heart began to race because of the anxiety that had settled in.  He didn’t want to think about being betrayed by you.  Suddenly he realized that’s probably how you felt when he didn’t stand up for you.  

He tried to enjoy the party after his conversation with Mj but he couldn’t get you out of his head.  Peter stepped outside to call you but instead his phone buzzed from an incoming call from….. Mr. Stark.  His heart dropped and he nervously swiped right to answer the phone.

“He-hello?”, Peter’s palms began to sweat.

“Peter, explain to me why my daughter left the party so early”, Tony’s voice was stern.

“Well, you see, there was a minor disagreement with another person here”, he tried to come up with an explanation without throwing anyone under the bus.

“Minor?  Doesn’t seem minor to me considering she locked herself in her room.”

“Is she okay?”, Peter was filled with guilt at the news.

“No thanks to you”, each word was laced with venom as Tony blamed Peter.

“Mr.Stark it’s really not my-”

“Fault? I told you from the start how much I cared about her, and you still ended up hurting her.  I think it’s best if you just leave her alone for awhile.”

“But she’s my friend”, he said with sadness.

“Friends stick up for each other.”  Before Peter could say anything back, Tony ended the call.

Peter stared at his phone in disbelief at what just happened.  He really messed up this time, all because he wouldn’t open his damn mouth.  He practically lost you.  Peter was usually never one to back down, but Mr.Stark was his mentor and he couldn’t lose his trust, not again.  He walked back into the party with glossy eyes from the tears he was trying to hold back.  How could he stay away from you?

~~~

Tony knocked on your door after a few hours of leaving you alone. “Sweetie, are you alright? I brought chinese food to make you feel better.”  There was silence, but you finally decided to accept his comfort and opened the door.  Your eyes were red and puffy from all the shameful tears you had shed.  “Oh pumpkin”, Tony gasped at the sight of you.  He set the food down and instantly embraced you in a hug.  He put a hand on the back of your head and cradled you tightly.  “Wanna talk about it?”

You couldn’t bear to tell your dad all the things that were said about him.  He didn’t deserve it, he was suffering enough with guilt. “No, it’s alright”, you sniffled.

Tony felt disappointed that you wouldn’t open up to him, but he knew not to pry you for answers. “Alright, that’s okay. You hungry?”

“Yeah”, you gave a sob laugh as you tried to wipe another stray tear away.  It hurt Tony seeing you so upset.  He wiped your tear away with his thumb and brought the tray of food over to your bed.  You crawled back under the covers, and turned the tv on to watch “Bob’s Burgers”.  It was your favorite show, so you figured it would take your mind off of earlier.  Tony joined you on the bed and passed you a carton of food.  It was nice to finally spend time like this together, but it’s a shame that it happened under these circumstances.

~~~

Everyday you checked your phone for a text from Peter.  You’re not sure what you expected but you were hoping for anything.  After awhile you caved in and texted him first, but no answer.  You didn’t understand why he was giving you the silent treatment.  Yeah you were mad at him a few days after the party, but you moved on.  You just wanted your friend, Peter back.  All hopes of ever getting past the friend zone with him was in the trash.   Of course, you wanted more with him.

This boy gave you butterflies every time he looked at you, and your heart skipped a beat every time he touched you.  It was like everything was in slow motion when you were together and all you could focus on was him.  But now, your chest hurt every time you looked at your notification less phone.

You didn’t deserve this treatment from him, if anything it should be the other way around?  How dare he do this to you after what he did.  Your sadness quickly turned into anger as you punched the punching bag in the training room.  Each hit became harder as you thought about all the wasted effort and feelings you put into him.  Every time you helped him with training, all the late nights talking about anything and everything, all the times you guys made each other laugh until your abs hurt, all the butterflies you two shared when you kissed.  Suddenly your punches softened and you just felt weak, emotionally and physically.  

You grabbed the bag to stop it from swinging and rested your forehead against it for support.  Your heavy breathing turned into quiet sobs of frustration.  “Idiot”, you said to yourself thinking about maybe you were the one to mess this up.

“I wouldn’t say you were that dumb”, Pietro’s voice echoed throughout the room.

“Go away, Piet”, you growled trying to hide your emotions.

“You don’t have to pretend you’re not hurting, you know?”, Pietro walked over to you.

You turned your face away so he couldn’t see the pathetic tears.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Look at me”, Pietro put a hand on your back.  You wiped your face and turned around giving him a sad smile.  “See, you are like a rock. There’s no need for tears.”

“I just really miss him”, you looked down in shame.

“Then see him”, Pietro said casually.

“How?! He won’t answer any of my texts!”, you started to unwrap your hands.

“Just go to his house?”, he said like it was no big deal.

You stopped in the middle of rubbing your sore hands. “Pietro I can’t just simply go to his house.”

“Why not, you have your bike?”

You thought for a second, maybe he was right.  If you really cared about Peter, you would fight for this even if he didn’t want it.  You just needed some kind of closure.  “I guess you’re right.”

“See, I can be helpful”, Pietro crossed his arms.

“Thanks so much”, you gave him a quick peck on the cheek and ran to go shower.

~~~

It was about 9 pm when you finally got the guts to face Peter.  You told your dad you had emergency work to deal with, and he didn’t seem to question it.  You put on your helmet and started your bike before you could back out again.  

Your heart raced as you thought about all the things that could happen when you see him.  You were so distracted in your thoughts that you didn’t see the big truck coming at you on your left.  The truck smashed into your side, catching you off guard the throwing you to the ground.  You tumbled on the hard cement and groaned at the pain that shot through your body.  

“Seems 6 men have ambushed you”, FRIDAY decided to say after you were attacked.

“Kind of late, don’t you think”, you sighed and picked yourself up.  You went to use your repulsor beams to only realize you weren’t wearing any of your armor besides your helmet.

“Oh fuck me”, you sighed to yourself.

“That sounds familiar”, the dreaded voice made you feel sick.  It couldn’t be him.  Your ex stepped out of the shadows making quite the entrance. “I’ve heard you’ve been looking for me”, he casually walked towards you.

You ran at him, but only to be hit in the gut with a baton by one of his men.  You clutched your stomach and dodged another hit.  You grabbed the stick and blocked a hit from your behind and taking care of the guy on your side.  With the stolen weapon you cracked the other guy on the side of the head making him instantly fall the ground.

Out of breath you asked, “You’re a real asshole, aren’t you?”

Your ex laughed, “I see you haven’t changed a bit.”

“I see you’re still a little bitch for getting men to fight for you”, you watched 3 more men making their way towards you.  

“Let’s just say I don’t like to get my hands dirty”, he smirked at you making chills run down your spine.  Once again you blocked and fought trying to keep focus on everyone in front of you.  “You know I do miss you”, his voice echoed in your head.  

“Fucking liar”, you snarled.

“Don’t you remember how happy I made you”, he tried to distract you.  He didn’t expect you to put up such a fight.

“That was when I thought you were a decent human being”, you said between attacks.  “Now you’re just Hydra scum”, you knocked down another guy.

“Little harsh, don’t you think?”

That was the last straw, the rage exploded out of you clouding your judgement.  You moved your attention to him, which was a huge mistake.  Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain in your side that traveled throughout your entire body.  You fell to the ground unable to move, or protect yourself.  

The last man picked you up and held you up, so you were completely vulnerable.  Your ex took off your helmet, making your soft hair fall to your face.

“Ah just as beautiful as ever”, he smiled and threw your helmet to the side.  He ran the back of his hand against your cheek, making your stomach twist.  

You spit on him giving him zero of the respect he expects.  Suddenly he connected his fist hard with your face making your face fall to the side.  It was nothing you haven’t handled before, but it still hurt.  “You’ll never learn will you?”

“Hmm let me think”, you pretended to be deep in thought. “Nope, you were shit then, and you’re still shit now.”

Once again, he landed another punch to your face.  He was getting ready for a third when his hand was shot back, with something familiar. Oh it was web.  Just as expected Spider-Man landed on the street and shot the guy who was holding you.  He instantly released you making you collapse like a ragdoll.

You groaned, “Wow good one, Spidey.”

After taking caring of the guys he came over to you. “What are you doing here?”  You were starting to get feeling back into your limbs so you shakily pushed yourself up. Peter helped you up and supported you as you walked.

“Is my bike okay?”, you limped to your baby.

“Really, (Y/N)? What are you doing here?”,  Peter sat you down on the vehicle.

You sighed, “That’s really how you’re going to talk to me after all this time?”

“(Y/N)”, Peter exhaled and ran a hand over his mask.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what you did!”, you rose your voice in anger.  “Two weeks have gone by without a word from you!  God, I’m not even mad about the party anymore. I’m mad that you just stopped talking to me out of the blue!  I deserve something, I need an explanation.”

Peter knew he couldn’t talk about this out in the open. “Here come back to my place, Aunt May is working, then I’ll explain.”

You rolled your eyes and put on your helmet. “Lead the way.”  You followed him as he swung from building to building.  He made sure to look before crawling into his room as Spider-man.  

“Can I change real quick?”, he asked.  You left the room and waited for him to open the door.  He sat on his bed and nervously tapped his hand as you took a seat on his desk chair.

“Time to talk, Peter”, you said sternly.

His mouth opened, expecting the words to come out, but it wasn’t that easy.  His mind raced with things to say and how to say them.  He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, but he couldn’t look at you.  

“I’m sorry for not backing you up at the party. Mj, she-”, his words were caught in the throat again. “She was being ridiculous.  I knew she was lying when she said you were using me but-” , you cut him off.

“She said I was using you?!”, you shouted astonished at the nerve of that girl.

“Yeah, but I don’t know, I guess she got me feeling insecure and then your dad called saying how you came home all upset and I just felt so guilty.  I was going to call you, but he said that I needed to stay away from you.  I just didn’t want to hurt you.”  Peter looked down in shame of what he has done.

“Well congrats, Peter.  You managed to hurt me when your whole goal was not to”, a tear ran down your cheek and you got up to leave but he ran in front of the window.  

“I think I deserve some answers too”, Peter now standing up to you.

“Like what?”, you asked confused.

“What happened with your ex? Your dad seems to be really protective of you because of it.”

You were taken back by the question, but you figured you might as well explain.  You breathed out and took a seat on his bed. Peter took a seat next to you ready to listen.

“Remember the guy you webbed a few minutes ago?”

“Yeah?”, Peter remembered the sinister look he wore on his face.

“Well, that’s him”, you said embarrassed.

Peter was completely shocked by the news. “You dated a bad guy?”, he gasped.

“He wasn’t always a bad guy, or so I thought.  I met him in central park and exchanged numbers.  He became to be one of my bestfriends.  But when SHIELD fell he changed instantly.  He began beating me, and he would’ve killed me in fact, if my dad hadn’t found me.  He turned out to be working for Hydra the whole time.”  You took a deep breath, “That’s when I decided to join SHIELD. I wanted to find him again, so I could just-”, you were going to say kill him but you knew that wasn’t you. “I just want to make him suffer like he did to me.  I have been looking for him for so long, but I guess he found me first.”

“Oh (Y/N)”, Peter said sympathetically. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s whatever. I am who I am today because of him.”  You looked down only to see Peter put his hand on yours.  You looked at him surprised by the sudden affection.

“I would never treat you like that.”  You looked at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to keep talking.  “I am really sorry for what I put you through already.  It killed me everyday not being able to talk to you, or see your face.  You’re one of the most amazing people I have ever met”  Peter closed his eyes and took another deep breath.  “(Y/N), I really like you, maybe even love you.  I would do anything to keep you in my life and if that means going against your dad, then so be it.”

Your heart raced at his confession.  You were completely lost for words so you decided to take action.  You moved your face and pressed your lips against his.  Peter wasn’t expecting you to accept his apology so quickly, but he was beyond happy to be kissing you again.  

The kiss became heated as you moved closer to him, until you were straddling his waist.  You deepened the kiss when you opened your mouth to his tongue.  Your tongues met between kisses and you began to grind against his hips making him groan into your mouth.  

You pulled away to breath and began kiss down his jaw and to his neck.  Peter has never really done anything like this with a girl, so he didn’t know how to react beside running his fingers through your hair. You ran a teasing hand over the bulge in his jeans as you kissed your way back to his mouth.  To make sure he was comfortable with where you wanted to go with this you asked, “Are you okay if I keep going?”

Peter was breathless so he shook his head “yes” eagerly.

You moved yourself down to his waist and began to unbutton his jeans.  You could tell Peter was nervous so you grabbed his hand for comfort.  Peter was already throbbing from how hard he was, so you released him from his boxers.  You were a bit shocked by how much bigger he was than you expected, but you decided to take on the challenge.  Your hand wrapped around the base of his dick perfectly, and you moved your hand up it to test how it felt for him.  

Peter bit his lip trying not to moan at the new pleasure that he was experiencing.  You couldn’t help but smile at his cuteness as you gave the tip a gentle kiss before running your tongue over the slit.  This time Peter groaned and let his head fall back into the pillow.  You continued and traced a line with your tongue from the base of his dick all the way to the top before slowly taking him into your mouth.

‘Oh my god”, Peter gasped at the sensation of your warm mouth around him.

Your hand began to follow your mouth as you moved up and down, occasionally twisting your hand around to the tip.  It only took a few minutes before you had Peter a groaning mess.  He laid a hand on your head to get your attention, “Can I do stuff to you know?”  His cheeks were red and he was breathing heavily.

You took him out of your mouth, “Yeah, but you don’t have to!”

“No I want to”, he put a hand under your chin and brought your face back to his.  He kissed you again and unbuttoned your pants so he could slide a hand into your underwear.  His fingers traced a line from your belly button all the way down to your clit.  Peter was hesitant but you put your hand over his and guided him lower to your entrance.  He could feel how wet you were already and he hasn’t even got to touch you.  He rubbed around your wetness before slowly sliding his finger into you, making you moan against his lips.  

The way you were moaning Peter figured he was doing something right, so he added a second finger.  After getting comfortable he quickened his pace and you were so busy moaning you couldn’t remember to kiss him back.  You needed more of him so you removed his hands and moved on top of him again.  You quickly removed his shirt revealing his amazingly sculpted torso.  

Peter lifted the hem of your shirt and nearly gasped at how beautiful your body was.  He looked at you for confirmation before removing your bra.  You gave him a nod and a smile, and your bra was clipped off in seconds revealing your bare chest.  Peter gently took a breast in each hand and gently massaged them.  You leaned down to kiss him one more time before removing his jeans and boxers.  You decided to take your own pants off while you were up and grabbed a condom out of your leather jacket.  

You stopped next to the bed and slowly pulled off you lace thong, making Peter’s jaw drop.  You giggled at his reaction and straddled him again while you ripped open the condom wrapper.  

“Are you ready?”, you asked one more time.

“More than ever”, with that you placed the condom on his dick and hovered yourself over him.  He held his dick up to help align himself with you.  Slowly you lowered yourself onto him, making you moan and close your eyes.  You held yourself up with your elbows and kissed him while you bounced up and down on his dick.  Peter grabbed a fist full of your hair and placed the other hand on your hip.  

You put your hand in his hair and rested your forehead against his as he began to thrust quickly into you.  He bent his knees for more mobility and moved deeper into you, making your moans louder than before.  

He filled you up perfectly and for a beginner her really new how to use his hips.  All you could do was moan his name as he quickened his pace.  You could tell he was breathing heavier than normal, meaning he would finish soon.  You kissed his cheek and moaned in his ear, “It’s okay to cum.”

He only got a few more thrusts in before completely letting himself go.  He moaned your name as he came and his hid face in your neck.

You both pulled away out of breath but with huge smiles on your faces.

“That was amazing”, Peter sighed and laid his head back into the bed.

You laughed and got off of him to clean yourself off, while you handed Peter some tissues to dispose of the condom.  You both dressed back up but you borrowed a pair of his boxers as shorts.

“I’ll sleep on the couch so Aunt May doesn’t think we did anything”, Peter offered.

“Oh thanks, Peter”, you blushed. “Wait”, you stopped him before he closed the door. “Are we dating now?”

Peter’s eyes widened as he remembered he never asked you to be his girlfriend.  He smacked his forehead with his hand and came back over to you. “Uh (Y/N), you’re a beautiful brilliant girl, and nothing would make me happier if you were mine.  So will you be my girlfriend? Even though we totally skipped a step just a few minutes ago.”

You punched his arm playfully at the mention of the sex. “I thought you’d never ask”, you kissed him one last time. “Alright sleep well, because tomorrow we face my dad.”

~~~

The hours passed so fast that before you could rethink this plan you were already on your bike on the way to headquarters with Peter on the back hanging onto you for dear life.  You gave him your helmet since you knew he was nervous about the ride.

You parked your bike in the garage and made your way to your dad’s room. “Stay out here”, you whispered to Peter.  You knocked on the door and came in.  Tony was busy on his ipad until you entered.

“There you are! I called Coulson and he said-”, you stopped your dad to explain.

“Dad, I know I lied to you but you’re just as guilty as I am.”

Tony gave you a confused look,  “What do you mean?”

“I went to go see Peter last night, and got ambushed by you know who”, you raised your eyebrows.

“Are you okay?!”, your dad asked worried.

“I’m fine, Peter saved me.  So after I made him explain to me why he ghosted on me randomly.  He said he was being loyal to you because he knew how much you didn’t want us together”, you crossed your arms annoyed. “Dad, how could you?”

“Pumpkin, I’m sorry.  I just couldn’t bare to see you hurt again”, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Dad, I can handle this stuff on my own okay?”, you tone softened as you realized how badly he felt. “Also, you have someone else to say sorry to.”  Suddenly you slid the door open revealing a shocked Peter.  You grabbed him into the room and motioned for your dad to apologize.

Tony crossed his arms in defeat, “Sorry, for making you stay away from my daughter. But I’m proud that you did it to stay loyal to me.”

Peter smiled at the words, “I’m proud”.

“So I’m guessing you two are together now?”, your dad pointed to you and Peter.

“Yupp”, you smiled proudly.

“Uh, there doesn’t happen to be a self destruct option on my suit, right?”, Peter asked nervously worried what your dad could do to him.

“Why are you going to try to turn it off like the training wheels protocol?”, you dad said back sassily.  Peter’s jaw dropped and he tried to object but Tony patted him on the shoulder before shooing you two out.  “Oh yeah, I know everything kid”, your dad closed the door behind you guys.

Peter gulped at the idea of him knowing you two did it already. “You don’t think-”, he asked.

“No he’s just saying that to scare you”, you laughed and dragged him to go tell Wanda and Pietro the news.

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Arthur/moody, lucius/moody, lupin/snape?

the brutally honest ship opinions game

Arthur/Moody: ……okay, like, I have basically no positive feelings about Alastor Moody — I mean, I feel the same need to defend him from JKR’s ableist garbage that accidentally got me in too deep with Lockhart, but we are still talking about a guy who supports using Dementors on people and apparently dngaf about what someone’s done, just send ‘em all to fucking Azkaban (GOF ch. 30, the flashback of Moody we see in the first Pensieve scene)

who thinks that the best present you could give to a kid who’s lost his parents and just watched a classmate be murdered…… is going over a photo of the First War Order and telling him about how all of them died horribly and he doesn’t ever stop to think that this might not be the best idea (OOTP)

and who is legitimately less sensitive to other people’s needs and less dismissive of people who aren’t his exact model of “useful” than a literal fucking Death Eater one of the biggest points where Barty Crouch Jr. drops character in GOF is when he takes Neville to his office and gives him a pro-Herbology pep-talk, and goes, “so, hey, Longbottom, Professor Sprout said you’re super-good at this subject, why not pursue it,” because based on the actual canon about him? The real Alastor Moody would never do something like that.

Like, he might have the moment he has with Harry and Hermione, where he goes, “so, hey, both of you could be gr10 aurors if you wanted, you should think about it” because that, from Moody, would be a compliment, and Harry and Hermione more closely fit his own ideas of usefulness, but not so much the Neville moment)

—but seriously, do you hate him or something? Why else would you even dream of shipping him with Arthur Weasley? (okay, fine, I acquiesce that there is enough of a canonical basis for some people to roll with here, and I myself have made ships out of far less…… but seriously, why would you ship anybody with Arthur Weasley. Like…… wow, rude.)

Lucius/Moody: again, I’m not on the Alastor Moody fan-train or anything, but why would you even do this. Nobody deserves to be shipped with Lucius Malfoy, like? He’s not even an entertaining villain, he’s just pathetic. He’s a sad, pathetic fantasy-fascist who gets his kicks by bullying twelve-year-olds and torturing muggles who can’t defend themselves. He’s a complete waste of character space and forcing anyone to be in a ship with him is just unfathomably cruel

Lupin/Snape: meh, whatever. Like, it’s not my thing, but… *shrugs* meh?

Like, idk what you’re looking for here, nonny, but I’m guessing, based on the other two ships, that you’re looking for me to get cranky and ship-bashy and figured that Snu//pin was a good way to get there, since there are a lot of legitimate Problems with this ship in the text

But the thing is, I’m just under 900 years old (at least in fandom terms), and I remember the days back before HBP came out, when Snu//pin was the second-most popular Remus ship (after Wolfstar, to the surprise of no one), and was, in fact, so popular that it had its own private archive and got black-listed from most rarepair comms because it, “wasn’t really rare, just less popular than D//rarry, Wolfstar, Ro//mione, Dra//mione, H//inny, and J//ily”

—I mean, there was a short stretch before OOTP where I tried to make myself like it because there was a BNF whose art I loved, and she shipped Snu//pin, so I felt like I had to be missing something obvious and cool and because I was, like, twelve, I tried to make myself ship the thing. That didn’t work and I eventually just moved on, but one thing that I recall about the Snu//pin fandom that appears to still be more or less true, based on everything I’ve seen of the present-day Snu//pin fandom?

Is that they came out about the same as the Wolfstar fandom, in terms of how many shippers ignored or made excuses for #Problematic things about the ship vs. how many shippers work those things into the overall fabric of how they ship the thing, how many shippers LIKE the ship because of those Problematic parts and having the opportunity to explore them in fiction, how many shippers actively dive head-first into exploring those parts of the ships because that’s where they find the most engaging character interactions or whatever they’re into, etc.

For examples of what I mean when I say #Problematic things about the ships:

the fact that all three of them are self-loathing [human or werewolf] disasters who are often passively suicidal and either prone to acting out on those feelings (Sirius and Severus), or prone to repressing those feelings until they explode all over some innocent bystanders (Remus)

the fact that all three of them have suffered horrific abuse in their pasts — whether from their parents or other sources — and find ways to take it out on other people (Severus on his students, Sirius on Severus and Kreacher, and Remus on almost anyone who tries to get close to him, even as he makes it seem like he isn’t doing that)

Severus outing Remus as a werewolf because he’s upset and felt like punishing someone else for it, thereby leading to Remus tendering his resignation

the fact that Sirius assuming Remus had to be the spy would’ve been at least partially based on anti-werewolf prejudices, and Sirius still clearly had at least some of those prejudices on his own, because even if Peter totally manipulated them in his favor, there had to be something there for Peter to manipulate in the first place, so???

the fact that Remus doesn’t help shit anything, in any situation ever, with his habit of trying to weasel out of any Emotionally Difficult™ conversations and his tendency to mentally spin most situations so that everyone is going to leave him in the end anyway so it’s acceptable to shut down, close himself off, and pull stunts that more or less come down to, “totally up and bailing on everyone,” which is understandable, given his backstory, but dude, that doesn’t make it okay or helpful??

basically, “literally anything about the characters as individuals, or in terms of their interactions with each other — both past and present — that could potentially cause problems for either/both/any/all of them and potentially make the relationship unhealthy (or unhealthier than it already was, in the cases of Snu//pin and Snack because…… oh boy, let’s not even act like either of those — or any ship with Sev in it, for that matter — is ever going to be ‘healthy’ by any definition)”

So, like? Is Snupin #Problematic? Yes, definitely. Are some of its shippers prone to ship it in #Problematic ways? Oh, yes, absolutely (Hell, the BNF whose art I used to like even flat-out said things like, “Sirius would never be able to be there for Remus like Snape could” and… um? Even granted that this was pre-OOTP: ummm???)

But on the whole, Snu//pin shippers aren’t actually any worse about totally ignoring and/or excusing these elements of their ship than Wolfstar shippers are (and, actually, they might be doing better than a LOT of the present-day Wolfstar fandom, since I usually don’t see any more recently made Snu//pin that doesn’t grapple with at least some of the #Problematic elements of it — they don’t always do it well, but at least they’re trying, which counts for a lot, to me, because most people don’t even try — while most Wolfstar these days flat-out ignores all the #Problematic elements of Sirius and Remus as characters, and of their relationship, in the name of what often amounts to borderline-OOC caricatured fanon nonsense, so…)

(……Look, I love Wolfstar, and I have for longer than some people on this website have been alive. But I don’t love a lot of Wolfstar shippers, which has been the case since the beginning of my Wolfstar shipping

stayed the case when HBP came out and I was all, “Hey, guys? I don’t like this BS Remus/Tonks thing either, but can we NOT erase bisexuals or treat Tonks like garbage when we’re talking about it, it’s not her fault that Molly Weasley is a meddling nosy garbage buttinski who thinks it’s her job to play matchmaker to fully-grown adults who didn’t ask and don’t want her input,”

and is still the case as I’m over here, all like, “ugh, man, at least we used to have SOME people in this fandom who enjoyed reading Wolfstar angst, now it seems like nobody cares about anything unless it’s all fluff, all the time, with absolutely no room for anything else because god forbid you ever want to write about LGBTQ characters whose lives aren’t 5,000% perfect, that obviously must mean that you’re a gross fetishistic cishet and not, for example, a neurodivergent, mentally ill lesbian survivor who feels left out by the trend towards forcing every LGBTQ person to act like we’re happy, all the time, and to act like we’re only interested in fictional LGBTQ people who are perfectly 5,000% happy all the time

“and to decry any and all depictions of LGBTQ people being UNhappy as gross fetishistic straight people garbage even when they were actually created by and for LGBTQ people, only to be misappropriated by straight people, as if there’s no way you could possibly be LGBTQ and NOT feel ~used and maligned~ by depictions of LGBTQ people that are less than 5,000% perfectly happy, even when they are being created by other LGBTQ people, yeah? ……but yeah, no, clearly: the fact that I like angst obviously means that I am a straight person because no ~real~ LGBTQ person ever has any need for those ~gross negative feelings~ or fictional outlets for them, never mind how many LGBTQ people get excluded from our narratives and spaces by this bullshit bc lmao who cares amiright. ://”)

—anyway, my motto has been and remains, “It isn’t a question of WHAT you ship, it’s a question of HOW you ship it,” so hey. Snu//pin is not my thing (it’s not even as non-shippingly interesting to me as Sirius/Severus is, because I love how much those two hate each other while unwittingly being perfect foils for each other), but I don’t actually have any desire to ship-bash it and most Snu//pin shippers are okay with me because unless they’re actually doing anything that’s harmful to anyone else, it’s not my business what they ship

That said: “Snu//pin” is still one of the worst portmanteau ship names ever and it still sounds like a deadly virus or something, but *shrugs* Whatever, it’s not the shippers’ faults that their ship members’ names don’t smush up all that nicely