#peter's backstory is something I turn over and over in my head

[cogentranting]

There's a direct line from seven-year-old Peter crying and saying "I know I sound crazy, but I'm not" when he talks about being kidnapped from "the other world at the bottom of the lake" and then being subsequently gaslit into repressing all the memories of his childhood, to adult Peter's anger at Walter because-- in his words-- "being crazy was something he did to us" and his bitter sarcasm early in the series in response to every fringe event or theory that sounds weird or crazy.

There's a deep-seated fear of being disbelieved or seen as crazy, and that anger and sarcasm come as a defense mechanism. It's probably also what led to his time as a drifter and (essentially) con-man.

[inkpotsprite]

I came up with this AU a while back - probably a few months after I stumbled into this fandom - and it's been bouncing around in my head for a while. (Excuse the scatterbrained nature of this post, I'm just writing my thoughts as they come)

Tim Drake meets Peter Pan (OUAT edition)

I mean, he's the perfect candidate for a lost boy. Neglected, lonely and will probably become scarily loyal to the first person who offers him a way out of that. Not to mention, he's smart, has loose morals (I mean, he did stalk and blackmail Batman) and can be a little ruthless at times, he'd be Peter's right hand man in no time.

So, he lives as a lost boy for a while, but finds Peter's ways of doing things too dark or cruel and, being the baby genius he is, escaped from Neverland, back to Gotham.

But also, we could combine this concept with the Tim joins the family early trope. Like, he goes to Neverland a couple of times, but also starts connecting with the Waynes, so that could be part of the reason he's able to let go of that loyalty to Peter, because he's got something better waiting for him. He never tells the Wayne's about his time in Neverland, worrying that they'll see him differently due to the morally grey things he did there as Peter's right hand man. Tim deals with quite a bit of imposter syndrome and insecurity, but ultimately, he's more happy than not.

Then, a few years later, Damian comes in and is all, well, Damian about things which makes things take a bad turn for Tim. The family is bad at balance/communication and Tim "Abandonment Issues" Drake is a very unreliable narrator at times, so it's angst galore. Then Peter turns up again.

Tim goes with him to Neverland, this time with the intention of staying forever.

Or, we could go another route and look into Damian, a kid whose whole life had been uprooted as he's sent to live with a father he's never met and with a family with vastly different dynamics to what he's used to. He's not neglected, but he's certainly lonely. Especially when being held up to expectations and moral standards that he finds impossible to comprehend after being raised by Talia and Ra's.

So Peter comes back, but he takes Damian instead, as a way to lure Tim back to Neverland. And, even if he doesn't like Damian much right now, of course Tim will go after him because that's his little brother and no way in hell is he letting Peter take him.

We could even sprinkle in a little backstory about Peter knowing Bruce from when Bruce was a kid, after his parents died. Now, two of Bruce's sons are missing and he has to find a way to Neverland.

That's where Jason comes in. Jason Todd, the ultimate lost boy who never was. Not for lack of trying. Peter's shadow swooped down to get him when he was living on the streets, but Jay isn't some naive kid, he's a Gothamite, a Crime Alley kid and he knows that if someone - even that someone is a creepy shadow person - grabs you and tries to get you to a secondary location, you fucking fight it with all you have. So, Jason never makes it to Neverland. Instead, he fights so hard that the shadow drops him, right onto Captain Hook - Killian Jones' - ship. They bond, Killian teaches Jason the ropes, but Jason ultimately decides to go back to Gotham for whatever reason (maybe Killian messes up or Jason's trust issues get the better of him) and he leaves.

We could also play around with parallels between Bruce and Peter. Both taking in lost, lonely kids that no one else wants, having them fight battles, Peter could even hit Bruce with that 'at least my boys will never die' as if forcing them to live forever in eternal stagnation is so much better.

While in Neverland together, Tim and Damian start to bond over their feelings of never truly belonging anywhere. That they'll be forever defined by what they did over who they are. As they grow closer, Tim reassures Damian that he will always belong with him, to give him the chance to prove it.

Meanwhile, Bruce, Dick and Jason are on their way to Neverland. And Peter is ready to start playing the game.

... And that's all I've got so far.

[leilohsstupidgaystuff]

Erik knew there was going to be trouble, when he saw the shit-eating grin of his son, who came towards him.

"Sooo... I heard you're in love with my favourite professor?"

Well... fuck. On the inside, Erik slammed his head against the nearest wall. On the outside his expression remained as cold, as it was before Peter had spoken way too loud about his annoying secret. "I have really not the slightest idea, what you're talking about."

Much too Eriks displeasure Peters grin didn't fade, if anything at all, it just got wider. "You know you're not the only one here anymore that talks german, do you?"

Erik didn't answer to this. He was aware of Peters new friendship and he really hoped this conversation wouldn't go as he feard it would.

"And if, let's say you confess your undying love to your 'old friend' in german, so he doesn't understand you, a little blue elf might overhear you and tell his new, really good looking best friend," Peter pointed at himself. "just how adorable his father actually is."

Erik glared at him. The conversation actually went exactly as he had feard. "I don't know what Kurt thinks he heard, but you're talking nonsense."

Peter met his glare with a smile. "You know, this, normaly really scary, look only works, if you're eyes aren't filled with panic. I know you're down bad for the professor."

"What do you want, Peter?"

"You know, as disgusting I think this all is -I mean, you two are really fucking old-"

"Charles just turend 40."

"My point still stands, also: Notice how you didn't talk about your age?" The raised eyebrow of Erik still scared him. "As disgusting this all is, you are way more relaxed around him and things may get easier for me and all of your classes, if you two just get it over with and fuck."

Peter already ducked, before the little metal toycar, some younger student lost in the hallway, hit his head.

"What did I do too deserve you as a son?" Peter opend his mouth to answer, but Erik shut him up with a gesture of his hand. "Don't answer that, it was a rethorical question. I know."

"So you're going to ask him out, or what?"

Erik looked at him like he was mad. "First of all: lower your voice, or I will make sure Logan will make you read your homework out loud the next lesson. Second of all: No, I will not."

Peter raised his eyebrows. "What are you waiting for? Another 20 years to pass by? You know being gay is legal now? Or is dating in your age just really slow? Do you know how to date? Did you ever? Do you-"

"Shut up. I will not embarrass myself in front of Charles and destroy our friendship, by telling him how I... feel."

Peter just looked at him for a few seconds and than bursted out laughing. "You think the prof sees you as a friend? The dude, that talks about you all the time in his lessons, with the biggest hearteyes in the universe? Also isn't the whole story of you two, just a big romantic drama? You know, the pessimistic one with the shitty backstory meets the optimistic one with the big heart, fucks up really bad, but still is being forgiven, because how of much in love the other one is?"

"He talks about me in his lessons?," Erik asked. He had not really paid attention to the other stuff Peter's been saying. Peter looked slightly disgusted. "Oh my god, you're really patheticly in love with him, aren't you?"

Peter looked over Eriks shoulder and the look on his face, already told Erik he was going to do something, that Erik really wouldn't like. "Hey, Prof!"

Erik turned around and saw Charles in the hall, now coming towards them. He looked back at Peter, who would be dead now, if looks could kill, but before he could yell at him, Charles already reached them.

"Good morning, you two." Erik smiled at him, panicking on the inside, as he saw how Peter already started speaking with a very suspicious grin. "Hello Professor, my father and I were just talking abou you. In fact he told me, that he wanted to ask you something very important." The smile on Eriks face faded and his panic started to show on the outside. "I have no idea what he's talking about," he said, way to quickly, to Charles who looked at him now with these goddamm beautifull blue eyes, giving him his full attention.

Enjoying himself, Peter didn't drop the topic. "Oh yes he does. The question goes something like 'Do you have plans this evening?'" Charles smiled amused. "I don't... What's happening here?," he asked turning to Erik again. Erik couldn't even do or say anything, before Peter talked again, so he just put a hand over his face and hoped to just die on the spot.

"My father would like to ask you out, professor. As in a date. A real date not as friends, because he's super in love with you, and I, and all the other students in this school, believe you too, are totally in love with him in return. Also it was nice seeing you, but I will go now, because I think I'm gonna get murderd if I don't." The next moment Peter wasn't there anymore.

Erik slowly lowerd his hand, meeting Charles eyes. Charles had turned a bit red, but he grinned at him. "So you're super in love with me?" Erik let out a small pained laugh. "Shut up." Charles grinned even wider. "Meet me at 7 at the front door?" "Yes, please."

[fruchtfliege]

WIP THURSDAY 👰‍♀️🐺

Tagged by @slimeyslimeyballsack @ashyjingles @hemlocksandfoxgloves @ksbbb

They're both hunched over their coffees and Chris is pleased to know there's at least a moment in the day when Peter isn't his shiny bastard self.

“We already prepared a backstory, why do we need to see each other again?” the hunter asks even if it's barely been a minute since he sat down.

“Because that's what married people do?” Peter tells him with an unimpressed glance and a sigh, almost annoyed by the question.

Chris scoffs, taking a sip to occupy his mind. How the fuck did his life turn into this? “How would you know?”

“How would you know?” Peter snorts.

Chris frowns at the idiotic question. “I was married. Or did you forget how your nephew killed my-”

“She killed herself, Chris.”

They both stare at each other as the tense silence grows around them. Chris finally looks away and lets it go. It’s too early for a debate and he really doesn’t want to know what Peter Hale’s opinion is on this subject.

“All I'm saying is that it was an arranged, strategic, hunter marriage,” Peter huffs like it's no big deal.

Chris stays silent. It was all those things but it doesn't mean he never loved Victoria and it certainly doesn't mean he didn't love Allison. Still love her, even if she's gone. He wants to ask how Peter knows about the arrangement but the hunter doesn't want to give Peter the opportunity to gloat.

“I've got things to do.” Chris gets up to leave but Peter immediately traps his hand on the table with his clawed hand on top of it.

Chris looks at it before raising his gaze to glare at Peter, unamused. “Let go,” he says but it's really an order.

“What's your favorite color?” Peter smiles but it still doesn't have the same easy smugness it usually holds. Must be because it's so early.

“I'm not 12,” Chris groans, still trying to get his hand out of Peter's iron grip.

Peter rolls his eyes. “Well, be 12 for a second.”

Chris looks at the hand on top of his. It's hot and heavy and, each time he tries to pull away, Peter's grip gets discernibly tighter. Feeling rage bubbling up, Chris tries to stay cool and collected. He could reach for his gun and maybe get the best of Peter since he's not fully awake yet but… he honestly can't bring himself to fight so early and certainly not over something so petty. He relaxes his hand and lies it flat against the table, completely loose under the werewolf’s strong hold.

Chris sits back down. “Blue.”

“Boring but alright.”

Silence stretches but it’s clear that Peter is waiting for something.

Chris sighs. “And what's yours?” he asks with an obviously mocking tone.

“Oh, it's copper! You know, a very rusty shade of orange. Wait, I’ve got a picture.”

Getting his phone, Peter lets go of Chris' hand but the hunter doesn't get up, he stays seated. It doesn't mean he leans closer to properly look at the screen when Peter shows him a picture of a very particular rust color. All he can think is:

"You have a picture of your favorite color on your phone?"

“Obviously. What am I supposed to do? Try and find it for five minutes every time someone asks?”

“Who's asking?” Chris frowns, baffled.

Peter smiles brightly at that, tilting his head in interest. “Why? You jealous?”

No pressure tags especially since it's so late but I guess there's always WIP Friday lol: @honestlydarkprincess @thiamsxbitch @aristarr @akirasstories @opheliathiams @thiamsalpha @genetic-hellhound

[hannahbanana629]

My 9-1-1 Thoughts

This is long winded, but I wanted to share my journey with watching this show. I need to share and release all the thoughts bouncing around my head after last nights episode before I go insane.

I'm posting my thoughts here on my main blog and then will repost it on my 9-1-1 side blog (@911whatsyournewaesthetic). It is mostly for the show and bucktommy, if you don't want to see it please stay away and be nice.

All will be under the keep reading and I'm going to try and tag careful because I'm a nobody and don't feel comfortable posting in the tags.

P.S. this is not a goodbye to the show, I will continue to watch, I'm just sad about last nights episode and want to reflect on how I ended up watching in the first place.

I began watching 9-1-1 when it moved over to ABC. I live in a small town with not great antenna signal so I only get ABC, which means I didn't know about the show until last year.

My first episode was of course S7E1, I believe (if my memory serves me right) I think I caught the last 15 minutes of it (I have a weird work schedule so bear that in mind). Then the rest of the cruise ship arc happened and same thing caught last 15- 30 minutes of those episodes too. Then i believe ABC aired all 3 episodes back to back one night and I was able to catch them all, and was hooked and also very confused.

What confused me was well everything I guess. I didn't know who these characters were, didn't know their names, even when they said them I couldn't remember them, but I was hooked all thanks to that damn cruise ship and Angela Bassett and Peter Krause. The other characters hooked me in too, their wit and humor and care for one another was a real draw.

The rest of the season went on, continued to catch episodes here and there, missed some entirely but was still hooked, trying to figure out everything with just Season 7.

Then comes the decision to binge watch, after the season had finished I knew I had to watch the other seasons to fully understand everything that went on. That, that decision has led here.

During my binge watch, I knew immediately that all these characters were important and something about them just felt comfortable to me, not sure how else to describe it.

What drew me to the show in the first place was Athena and Bobby but as I watched from the beginning each character became my favorite, in some way, shape or form. I truly do not hate any of the characters (shocker, right!). The stories were also interesting which felt like I needed to know more, no matter what the story was, whether it was backstory or an emergency, I couldn't stop watching.

Now I don't really want to get into the whole "ship wars" and everything (but I will), but imagine my surprise when I began searching online in the middle of my binge watch, for anything about the show, and came across B*ddie. Now that was truly confusing to me, I had no idea that was something people were watching for or were "seeing". I'll be honest I wasn't opposed to it at first when first reading about it, but when I re-entered the world of Tumblr (I left many moons ago, after my other dearly loved show (OUAT) and "trauma" of being in fandom sent me away) and began to read things, I was immediately turned off by it because of how mean and nasty some people were (this was before I even got to watch S7E4). Plus I just didn't see what all the B*ddies were seeing, Buck and Eddie reminded me of me and my friend where we just care about each other deeply, but have our own separate lives.

Eventually, through my binge watch I got back to season 7, understood all the cruise ship arc better then when I first watched, and continued on, which leads to being quite surprised when Buck and Tommy kissed. Now this goes back to my previous statement about the whole "ship war" I did not want to hop on to any ships, I was trying to stay very much General Audience (LOL), but I was very intrigued by BuckTommy, I don't know why but for me, there was excitement there. I continued watching and lurked around here and after some time, decided to hop aboard the BuckTommy ship. There was just something about them and all the post that I was seeing involving them seemed much more welcoming and happy compared to the other ship.

As I continued to lurk around, I felt more and more passion for the show, especially now hopping aboard a ship that I liked, there was something exciting, it felt like being in the OUAT fandom again, without the "trauma". I learned to just laugh at a stupid take, block and move on. However, I was still hesitant on actually posting about the show or BuckTommy, but lo and behold here I am, started posting after the breakup (how stupid is that LOL).

Now to last nights episode, what a gut punch. Bobby being one of the reasons that I started to watch this show, where no one dies, suddenly dying of a fucking virus. What The Hell!!! I don't really have much to say other than I'm sad and mad and clearly the creator of the show is insane, for wanting to change up the aspect of the show for "creative reasons" *cough BULLSHIT cough*. And the cast all trying to sway him to not do it, is so shitty as well.

Like I said at the beginning of my post I will continue to watch the show because as much as Bobby and Athena where the initial draw into watching the show I have developed much care and a lot of feelings for the others too, Buck, Chimney, Hen, Eddie, and Maddie. They all make me feel warm and fuzzy, and I am interested in seeing how they manage without Bobby.

Anyway.... thanks for letting me rant and reminisce.

[strawberrysugasoba]

another update on my magnus archives journey i have just reached the beginning of season for and i am ready for this to take a 100% homoerotic turn.

i actually don’t know if that’s the case because the season 3 q+a had one mention or martins crush and jonny either glazed over that or was very very wrapped up in his answer regarding the question the crush was tied into. either way i’m just hoping they’re in love and i sleep peacefully for one night but pinterest has let me know this is not the case.

tim is also dead hello? i thought with the amount of fans he had surrounding him and the way he was portrayed in fan art he was like this goofy go-round white boy but he was just out for revenge and because of his brother and a kind of a prick?? don’t get me wrong i think he is definitely, or ig was, the most sensible but i was really led to believe by fanart he was a different person entirely.

and micheal!! my poor baby, not true he’s kinda bad but i loved his character and there was just so much more i feel like they could have done with his character. but i think that’s something that happened when you have planned all the way until season 5 what you want to do with the story i just can’t believe that’s that you know. i loved how his voice sounded and his personality and i think that him trying to kill the archivist like that was kind of far fetched for his character. it all seemed to fast to me and i really miss him.

then there’s elias, i love you you evil bastard. i really hope his backstory and reasoning for why he is what he is is just for shits and gigs, like bro got high one day and just happened to find this place that served the eye. i love just evil characters or opportunistic villains bc they just do what suits their needs and i feel like elias’ roll really fits that vibe. also i cannot figure out how old he is in my head, maybe like a doctor strange type of silver fox.

kinda back to martin to end this but imagine getting your evil boss arrested finally and fucking peter lukas just appears. i’d probably shit and vomit holy cow. but tbh i think peter is going to be a ‘good’ guy, idk i saw on pinterest though some fanart or him and elias, don’t lie to me guys are they together. PLEASE. i could so get behind that dynamic and it could totally be a joke ship and my heart will hurt bc of what could have been.

[totallyanopossum]

Your Boyfriend Peter

Looks are deceiving

Summary: Peter becomes obsessed with the innocent looking Y/N, who is so much more than she seems. She's got a hidden backstory and always wears long sleeves. Peter saves her and lets her finally know it's okay to not be okay. He'll be here for her rain or shine.

TW: Cutting

He first saw her when they were waiting in the hall for detention, he wondered what a small Lil innocent girl in a cute cow sweater was doing here surly she must be in the wrong place. He listened in as she talked with the guy near the door.” is this detention?”, “yeah just gotta wait for the teacher.. hey ain't you an honor student what are you doing here?”,” Oh well, Mr. Hendrix wouldn't let me go to the bathroom”, “Oh yeah he's a bitch but he'll usually let you during the last 10 min if you can hold it”, “this wasn't the kinda thing that could be held and I bled threw my pants and into the chair and so I waited till everyone else left and I took the chair and put it on his desk”, “Damm, but why are you were he should be disciplined”, “my behavior wasn't showing mature conflict resolution apparently but he did get talked to”. Peter thinks damn lil badass her looks are deceiving... I'll have to drop by Mr Hendrix later.

They go in and she sits in the back he takes the desk next to hers, fascinated he glances at her and sees she's actually doing homework. He draws but his sharpie dies and he starts cursing under his breath, she sees this and takes out a pen and taps his leg he's about to snap when he turns but just sees her holding out a kinda fancy-looking pen. He asks if it's for him, and she says it is, he takes it and nods thanks. He checks out the pen and it's nice, one side sharpie marker one side fine tip. When detention is over she's out the door so quickly he has to hurry after her. “hey your pen”, she stops and turns, looking him up and down, “You can keep it”.

He keeps the pen treasures it and works on a drawing for her, he's obsessed and starts following her, finds her locker, where she sits at lunch, and what she eats, he learns everything he can. He notices something else about her, a change in how her wardrobe changes going from cute colorful sweater outfits to jeans and a hoodie or jacket and band teas, he didn't expect her to listen to those bands. He notices how her makeup changes no more colorful intricate looks and turns into slept-in tight liner. He notes how the life, that spark leaves her eyes, how she's no longer on honor roll, how she's absent more. He wonders what has caused this change but is nervous to approach so he doesn't.

Last night she got beat up and passed out and woken up by a bucket of water being poured over her and screamed at to leave. She hurriedly packed luckily she has a car she bought herself,loads her stuff up and leaves she only had time to dry off and change at the bus bathroom then she headed to school. And of course, it was assembled day, and she had to listen to some lecture on shit. It's not even lunch and she's itching for something to take the edge off.

She is having a rough fucking day and needs something to help take the edge off, she sees the school bully Peter smoking in the hall. He’s never given her trouble before, so she heads toward him not caring if she gets a beating she'll take pain as an ethos as well.

Peter sees the girl that he's obsessed with come right up to him he doesn't know what to say but before he can she snatches his cigarette and takes a big inhale he's kinda impressed she doesn't start coughing but he's confused he didn't know she smokes, she's still puffing, “can I keep this one”, “uhh yeah it's your”,” thanks”, she gives him a lil wave and walks off. He's so confused but even more obsessed this is their first real encounter other than her letting him borrow and keep a pen of hers. All day he keeps thinking about how their lips both touched the same cig.

When his mind clears he wonders what sparked her behavior, she usually stays in the shadows and doesn't openly break the rules. So he follows her after school but she gets in her car and drives off, but she usually takes the bus or walks this is new. The next day at the break he sees her leaning against a tree and he goes to her and pulls out a cig, “want another”, she pulls out her earbuds, “huh”, “need another”, “oh fuck yeah”, he lights it up starting it for her and hands it off and they pass it back and forth, “thanks I needed this”, “no problem anytime”, “are you as scary as they say’, “sometimes yeah”, “cool”, bell rings and she heads to class.

That day she takes the bus, her friend lets her park her car at their place temporarily, when she gets off he follows her and watches from a distance as the one girl goes inside and she gets in her car and drives off. He thinks she's living in her car, what how long has this been going on? The next day Peter and Y/N get assigned a project together, Peter thinks this is the perfect opportunity to get closer and maybe ask some questions. He turns to her, “so we should get together and work on this”, “oh um yeah”, “we can go to my place”, “your parents won't mind”, “nah there chill”, “okay then when are you free”, “how about today”, “oh umm yeah sure umm here let me give you my number so you can send me the address”,he gets her number very glad to have it he sends her the address.

He goes right home and cleans up quickly. His parents ask what's up and he says how someone's coming over to do a project, his parents can't believe it but are good with it. She drives over to his place and sees they have a u drive way and plenty of parking space and she parks and goes and knocks. His mom opens the door as Peter comes down the stairs, she greets his parents. Peter takes her up to her room, his mom says she'll be up with snacks soon. They go into his room and she looks around, “you shoved everything in the closet when I was heading over did you?”, “yeah and under the bed”, “nice”. She goes over to some cushions in the corner, “can I”, “yeah”,he is kinda nervous having her in her now. She takes the cushion and sets it against the beds front board and she sits and gets out her laptop,”can I get the wifi password”, “yeah one sec”, he gets her the password and she starts woking. “so i don't usually do homework so how should we do this”,”oh don't worry I'll have this done in 20 minutes”, “what how?”,she pats the floor next to her and he sits and watches but is confused. “what are you doing?”, “first find the paper we need in Russian, second Google translate it, 3rd fix up the Grammar make it sound right and done”, “you know russian”,yeah its about all I have that connects me to my heritage”,he watches as she works, impressed.

A knock at the door and his mom comes in with fresh pigs in a blanket, “here you go”, “this was from the oven ms king you made fresh snacks”, “oh it's no big deal dear”, “thank you”. He sees the way she's eyeing the food,”go ahead eat”,she sets her computer down and dig in and starts eating,the way she eats shows him she's so hungry, “aren't you gonna eat?”,”eat as much as you want, she's making dinner later”. She eats almost all of it,”you full?”, “stuffed”, he eats the last few. She goes back to working,”anything I can do”, “yeah sure read threw this let me know if a part sounds weird”,he takes the laptop and does that and when he finds a weird part she reaches over to his lap and fixes it they get it all done quickly.”so that's done I should get going”, “you can stay and chill I got a good sound system we can listen to something”, “that sounds nice yeah if you don't mind”, “I don't mind”. So they chill and listen to music Peter is glad to see her smile and the life return to her eyes,”where's the bathroom”, “down the hall last left door”,she goes and seeing herself in the mirror she sees she actually smiling again and her eyes she looks alive again it makes her get emotional tear up a bit.

 She comes back and sits down and he sees somethings wrong,”you okay something wrong”, “I umm (wipes eyes) I'm okay”.Her voice cracking gave her away, “Y/N what's wrong you can talk to me”, “no you'll make fun of me like the others”, “others… no I won't, I won't tell a soul”. She's crying now, “I'm so tired”,he opens his arms to hug her. She sees this and takes the opening snuggling up to him and he holds her as she crys. She explains how her adopted parents have been pressuring her her whole life to be perfect and she finally broke and her grades are slipping and how they kicked her Monday and she's been living in her car and she's barely gotten any sleep In days. “Shhh shhh it I'll be okay I'll take care of the bully's at school and you'll stay here my mom will feed you make sure you gain that weight back and you'll be able to sleep soundly here”, “you you know the one good thing about all this has been that I lost weight”, “whyd you want that”, “I've never been skinny but didn't have a problem with being chubby but in the back of my mind I did wanna be skinny cause I've always wanted to be picked up and carried”, “huh that's not a reason to lose weight just a reason to find a strong guy”, “yeah where”,next thing she knows she lifted off the ground and he's holding her bridal style, “right here”, “woah but your so skinny”, “all muscle”,he walks her over to the bed and sets her on the edge,”so what you say you good with my plan”, “your plan?”, “yes you stay here I take care of bullies and my mom will fatten you back up”, she doesn't wanna have to rely on someone but right now she cracked open vulnerable, she nods yes. She hugs onto him pressing her face against his chest, “but your parents”,”dad was a foster kid he won't let you be homeless and mom she's got a big heart and loves to cook... we’ll head downstairs I'll explain to them and you can get whatever you need from your car okay”, “okay”,he wipes her face brushes her hair back and they go.

She goes and gets her bag from her car and he fills in his parents, when she comes back in she looks at them shyly, his dad says “your welcome here Y/N”, his mom says “do you have any food allergies things you hate”, “I prefer garlic powder to the actual thing but that's it”. “Just like peter” . Peter takes her back upstairs,”do you wanna shower or anything”, “yeah that sounds nice”, he takes her to the bathroom and gets her some towels,”feel free to use any of my stuff”, “thanks Peter”,she showers it's nice to finally feel fully clean, she drys off and changes into pj's and her hair wrapped in a towel she heads back to his room. “you got a blow dryer”, “yeah over here”,he gets it out for her. She dries her hair then gets some brushes and stuff from her bag and goes over to the bed,”can I”, “yeah what's mine is yours”,she sits on the bed and starts to braid her hair he watches fascinated he knows how to braid but never been very good at it,your really good at that, “thanks ... can you braid?”, “yeah but not very well”, “I could teach you or do it for you”,that idea is so tempting to have her touch him and do his hair. “Another time you need to rest”,she yawns “yeah”.

 After doing her hair she lays down and the pillow it smells like him she likes it, “thank you for the drawing peter I really like it I didn't know you were so talented”, “you knew it was me”, “yeah smelled like sharpie and cigarettes your the only one who smokes I know”, he lifts up his shirt and turns his back to her showing her his tattoo,”did you design it”, “yeah I design all my tattoos”, “you have more”,”yeah but there below the belt so for another time”, “it's pretty so detailed”. He puts his shirt back on and lays down facing her they just look at eachother he sees she's tired,his mom calls out dinners ready, “are you hungry or wanna sleep”,”I'm still full I wanna sleep”, he gets up and pulls the blanket over her,”you sleep”, he goes and eats. When he comes back she's asleep, seeing her asleep in his bed he likes that sight a lot. He changes and gets ready for bed. He hears her and looks over, looks like she's having a nightmare she wakes up startled,”hey it's okay just a nightmare”,she nods and he gets in and lays down and puts a hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her, “they'd kicked me out before temporarily before I had a car and I had nowhere to go I woke up to a man humping my leg trying to get my pants off... that's what tye nightmare was about”, “I won't let anyone hurt you anymore.”

She reaches out and puts a hand on his chest. He looks down and sees her arm it's covered in scars. That's when he realizes he's never seen her in short sleeves before. “You always wear long sleeves this is why”,she pulls her arm back,”oh shit umm”, “it's okay I don't judge you can I see”,she nods and holds out her arm and he feels the scars, “your not mad”, “oh no never”, “I needed something to take away the pain I couldn't waste the money on drugs so pain is what I used.. that day I took your cigarette I was on my way to cut in yeh bathroom but the cig worked good too”, “I won't stop you from cutting or smoking just let me know if you need bandages okay I'll clean you up”, “thank you Peter”. She starts to cry a bit, he grabs her and pulls her into a hug and holds her rubbing her back,”what's a cute pet name in Russian”,”малютка”,she helps him learn to pronounce it,”close your eyes clear your head rest I've got you малютка”. She does as he says and falls asleep quickly, he stays up a while and just watches her.

The alarm goes off in the morning waking them,”what's that”, “it's the alarm”, “oh what time is it”, “6:30 got half an hour to get ready”, “mmm okay”. He releases her and she stretches and gets up,they get up and get ready she changes and does her makeup doesn't take her to long,he takes longer to get ready and while he's getting his accessories she comes over to take a look, “wow you got lots of gear”,”yep you like it?”, “yeah I've always thought you look cool”,  “thanks wanna try some”,”really?”. He nods and she says yes so he picks out a collar that matches his and puts it on her it's big on her but he likes how it looks you can definitely tell it's his,and he puts a chain belt on her,you'll need this till you gain back your weight and your pants fit right again,she looks in the mirror, “thanks Peter”. They head down and have breakfast and take their lunches and walk to the buss stop,he sees her get nervous,”I'll take care of the bully's dont worry about that ive got”,he notes how she reacts when he says that ,”what does малютка mean”, “umm it means baby lil one”, last night she was raw and open and rn she's feeling more shy with how close she's gotten with him but she won't push him away,”and how would I say my”, “moy”, “it I'll be okay moy малютка... is it okay I say that”, “yeah .. well umm it is it's just something you only say to someone very close and special to your heart” ,”so it's not something said lightly”, “yeah”, “good.”

The bus arrives, “walk in front of me to the back”, she does as he says he notes the whispers and stares so he puts a hand on her waist as they walk and eveyones goes silent deadly silent. They sit he sees she anxious and scratching at her arm, “do they hurt”, “no just when they heal they get itchy”, “do you need something to take the edge off rn”, “I can hold out but a smoke at break would be nice”, “your on”, he puts an arm around her and is holding her to him, to his surprise she presses against him leaning into his hold,they get close to school. “I wanna let everyone know not to mess with you and the best way is for them you see me holding touching be near you, you okay with that?”,she swallows knowing that is the best tactics and she is okay with it she likes the contact but everything from last night and him calling her a pet name it's confusing her feelings a bit,”yeah I'm okay with that”,he can see she's a bit shy nervous but understands it's not from being uncomfortable it's from feelings. So they head onto school him right behind her and a hand on her waist when she stops by her locker. He glares at everyone who looks their way and he's never more than 2 feet away from her. At break they share a smoke he lights it for her and notes a slight blush when he passes it to her. “How you doing darling”, “nervous but that's going away”, “your doing good”. The day goes well no run inside or trouble,bus ride back home she's tired from being stressed all day and she leans her head on him so quietly she didn't even mean to say it outloud but he hears “why's he smell so good”,he doesn't comment playing off that he didn't hear her.

They get back to his house and he cleans up his desk so she has a place to do homework and he lays in bed and watches her, eventually getting up and standing beside her “whatcha doing”, “homework obviously.. but I'm almost done”, “good”. She finishes the work then sits in the pillow corner, puts on her headphones and starts writing on her phone,he's curious and goes to her, “sorry I'm used to being alone and don't want get in your way bother you”, “you won't bother me whatcha doing you”, “i draw I write”, “ooo what kinda stuff”, “umm it's a bit embarrassed but I write fan fics and short stories”, “you don't gotta say more..but umm can I sit with you”, “your like a dog ain't you, cute caring protective always wanna be close and wears a collar”,she reaches up and tugs on his collar a little, he realizes she's the shy type in publicity but relaxes in private, and the collar tug did something to him,”okay never thought about it like that but it's accurate”,she moves forward, “come on moy shchenok sit” ,he sees how she opened up a spot behind her and he moves into it with her between his legs he's surprised when she leans back on him and tilts her head up, “hmmm your warm”, he puts his arms around her, “your cold... why”, “bad circulation get cold easily”, “don't worry I'll keep you warm”, she sits and continues writing on her phone and he's so happy to be her chair and keep her warm. “What does moy shchenok mean”, “my puppy”, his hearts pounding and cheeks flushing he's so happy. He doesn't even notice her movements till she puts down her phone and lays against him fully and grabs onto his hands closing her eyes, “tired?”, “like a really deep tired and….. Peter I wanna cut see the pretty red feel the sting of steel”, :how badly do you want to”,”I can still hold out”, he holds her tighter,”let me know when you can't”,she nods.

It's dinner time and they eat. It's nice ,his parents are nice even ask about her day and tell Peter to watch over her. After dinner they change into pj's and she braids her hair. “Did you read over my shoulder when I was writing earlier”, “no if you wanted me to read it you'll give it to me”,I only share my writing on tumblr I'm so nervous about facing some irl who knows the freaky and weird stuff I'm into”, “what about me ... maybe I'm a freak too”, “gimme some time I'll warm up and share more”, “I'll be waiting”. They get in bed and she puts on a movie on her computer, “where'd you get there your not on Netflix”, “I pirate movies”, “there's so much your hiding under the innocent look”, “oh yeah”. Movie is over they lay down to sleep not cuddling like last time but he feels her hand grab onto his arm and he likes the contact too.

Next day is going okay, their at break sharing a smoke but when she walks back from the water fountain one of her bully's gets in her path and starts getting in her face and starts saying shit saying how she's whoring herself out for protection and other stuff. Peter sees and grabs the guys collar lifts him up and tosses him aside and stomps on the hand he put on her. He goes to her “you okay”, “yeah I'm fine he didn't hurt me”, “come on let's go”,he leads her off the yard and into an empty hall and hugs her he feels her shaking,”shhh shh it's okay whatd he say to you”, “called me a whore saying I'm fucking you for protection saying I'm a sorry accuse for a fuck pathetic ugly thing who should just die”, he wants to go kill the guy but she needs him more she's what's important, “oh moy malyutka don't believe a word he said... your no whore and anyone would be lucky to have you”,”Ty moya spasitel'naya blagodat', Piter Bozhe, ya byla by tvoyey shlyukhoy, yesli by mogla ostat'sya ryadom s toboy”. He doesn't ask what it means he know she needed to say something but wasn't ready for him to know and that's okay. “We can leave, skip the rest of the day if you want”, “I'm not a quitter”, “okay then”, the rest of the day goes okay. She's kinda depressed and nervous but at least he didn't get called in for stomping the guy.

They get home and she does her homework lazily just enough for completion, they jam to some music he put on he thought I'd help and looks like it did. After dinner and pj's, he sees her scratching at her arm scratching to hard, “do you need to cut malyutka”,she looks at him big sad teary eyes and nods yes,he goes and hugs her, “do you have the stuff”, “in my bag”,she gets up and digs around and pulls out a pencil cases she stands there nervously, “i've never done this with someone else in the room”, “I can leave”, “no .. don't leave me”,he goes and picks her up and carries her to the bed setting her down and gets in himself, “I won't leave you ever okay I'm right here whatever you need”, she takes off her jacket and sets it down then opens the case and gets out a blade she looks at him,he gives her his best comforting look. He watches as she cuts and he does find the blood pretty. He sees her go for bandages and stuff, “you're done?”, “yes”, “here let me clean you up I'm pretty skilled at bandaging”, “okay”,he bandages her up, cleans up the stuff and hugs her and kisses the top of her head. “Anything you do after?”, “cry usually”, “well how about a movie and some cuddles and crying if you feel like it”, “that sounds good... I like your cuddles”, “I like yours too your so soft.”

 They put on a movie and cuddle. He's careful of her arm as he holds her to him. “I got a confession.” ,”Yeah”, “you looked really hot today when you threw that guy around and stomped on him”, “you liked that .. I was worried I scared you”, “you don't scare me ... like I said I'm a kinda a freak”, “was it me hurting him or showing off my strength tossing him around that you liked”, “I liked how you hurt him protecting me and your strength seeing how easily you could toss someone around”, “good to know I like learning things about you learning, what you like”. She pushes against him trying to get closer so he pulls her tighter against him, liking the feeling too. They fall asleep like that tightly cuddled together.

[knowlessman]

"shigaraki has become too powerful. we need to bring in the one person we know who can disable him from a distance." "you can't mean -" "I do. Contact Mr Smiley." (bnha s6e7-10)

I forgot Aquaman or wever his name is was keeping Eraser Head's eyes wet so he could stare at Tomura 'XD that's just, a thing. that's how this show works. that's just a thing in this show

"he even has all might's power and toughness" blinks in Magic player I wonder what those might be. Maybe like 7/7? or he's a 1/1 that can pump?

"'little brother?' I didn't say that. I don't want to be like you, teacher, I want to surpass you. my will is my own" yeah, I don't think you read all the fine print back when Super-Satan took you in. gifted powers from vague-talking benefactors have a tendency to not care what you want in the end

"Vanishing Fist" is a cool name for an attack. wonder what they cribbed it from (turns out they didn't, it sounded like something that coulda been from something else tho imo)

(midnight got got by mr compress and is telling momo to use a forbidden technique or something to stop bigfoot) hmmm. so midnight had yaoyorozu analyze her sedative stuff so she can make it? yaoyorozu's quirk may be a strict upgrade over some of the pros', then.

ngl, mt lady hasn't seemed to be slowing bigfoot down worth a damn so far. dint even try to get him off his feet, he was just pushing her ahead of him like a plow for the longest time

figures, acid girl remembered bigfoot from her origin story or something and it made her fumble the shot. or he just reminded her of it? not sure, I don't remember the details that well (could swear her origin story was literally about a "monster" looking guy just asking for directions but idk). anyway, kirishima to the rescue? like they do have that shared backstory bit kinda thing so like sure

…what the.

-- fucker just. …fuck is that called? gurning? yeah. mfer just won the universe gurning championship of all time out of nowhere. swallered his nose. and ears. and eyes.

(tomura got eraser head with the dart) I don't guess our guy's wearing dartproof shinguards under them trousers or summat? -- BRO.

-- BRO. when is this that kind of show

(OP starts up again) okay, get this upbeat… get this lewis carroll denver jam band shit outta my face, a man just cut his fucking leg off with a knife with one swipe, my man has a vorpal fucking sword specifically for chopping entire legs off and you are playing stuff that would sound too tame and mild and childish for fucking burnout 3. "lazy generation" wouldn't come close to cutting it for this shit, get outta here -- hell, what was he gonna do if it hit him in the gut? chop his entire fucking self in half? -- sweet from atlantis: "the catalog says this little beauty can cut through a femur in twenty-eight seconds. I'm betting I could cut that time in half"

"the giant villain is expected to pass through eleventy different cities on his way to wherever he's going" see, now they got sad twangy strings in the background, it sounds like "In the Woods Somewhere." this is appropriate music for the context -- also the kids really did go through all that for fuckall. : | apparently he can Tarrasque in his sleep or something

robotnik: "that one mistake will bring about your demise!" fucking cyclops with his stupid dinky eye lasers. and writers not knowing what defibrillators are for.

oh yeah, this episode's named after bakugo for some reason. writer really does act like he's fucking enkidu when he's just extremely simply a bad person, it's never gonna make sense to me

flashbacks of bakugo "helping" deku figure out the black whip ig -- wait shit, so deku now also has an ability called Float that just lets him Peter Pan. …or just levitate ig, apparently he needs the other stuff to actually move -- all might: "you're helping him learn his powers to atone for your past actions. but he probably never thought about it" these two make no goddamn sense. bakugo is still every bit as abusive, not only towards deku, but towards every person he interacts with, as he was when we first met him. he's never shown any trace of regretting being that way. hell, he also just got done spelling out that he can't understand that deku values and cares about other people, that that quality of deku's is repulsive to him. -- bakugo is just… is just wired in such a way, whether by nature or nurture or both, that he needs help becoming anything but several kinds of danger to other people. and he'll never get it, and he'll somehow continue to be portrayed as some kind of, for lack of a better word, "quirky" hero.

cyclops's cape is completely gone now, dang. is tomura gonna get a new one after this fight, or what? that thing was his whole wardrobe, now he's just Ben Swolo with wrong hair and chapped lips.

welp, here comes Super-Satan, Tomura, here comes your benefactor to take over the reins. toldja. -- (bakugo took the hit) there'll be no living with him after this. not that there was any before

"I finally got you" ah ah ah. if I didn't know any better, I'd think the Avatar Spirits might have something to say about that. I know you gave this power away, all that time ago, but it might not want to go back. it's got several minds of its own now

the villain team's hacker guy has visual on the fight? while riding on bigfoot's back? how shit is the good guys' tech if this nobody with a laptop can see shit and nobody else knew anything until bigfoot started moving?

"I need to ask sakuraraka why hawks killed twice" yeah because she'll definitely have any damned idea what you're talking about (did he die? I mean they kinda played it like he did but they do that a lot and it very rarely seems to take) -- "you're not the only one who's mad about twice" …what IS spinner doing here? what is his whole deal? does he have one? why is his sword twenty swords taped together in a pile, and why haven't we seen him do anything since like season two? at least, I could swear he hasn't done anything, for having such a distinctive design he's such a nothingburger of a character

"what are you going to do to me?" 'XD fucking nothing, the best her power can do is levitate you and you know it

oh goddammit, the next one's title is literally That Bit with the Gifs and the Hall & Oats Memes, the bit I been waiting for this entire time, but I just watched four in a row (four HEAVY ones) and I wanna stop. I'm just gonna have to save it and open on it (and Knife Girl's BS) next time

[episodicnostalgia]

Spider-man: The Animated Series, 105 (Feb. 25, 1995) - “The Menace of Mysterio”

Written by: John Semper Jr, Marv Wolfman, & Stan Berkowitz Directed by: Bob Richardson

The Breakdown

Spider-man has taken to a life of crime, and no one is more surprised that Peter Parker!  When news footage airs of Spider-man robbing a museum, Pete heads over to the scene of the crime (where Jonah is holding an anti-spidey press conference) in search of clues to clear his name.  Pete’s snooping gets him caught by Detective Terri Lee, but she opts to let it go (for the time being) when some weirdo in a fishbowl and purple cape interrupts the press conference. This particular nutcase calls himself Mysterio, and assures everyone that he is the hero who will finally bring Spider-man to justice.  He then disappears in a theatrical puff of smoke, before Jonah has an opportunity ask any follow up questions, but NOT before terrorizing the crowd with some frighteningly realistic illusions; finally a hero that New York can feel safe around

Spidey’s initial encounters with Mysterio do not go especially well, and he finds himself both defeated and publicly humiliated in the process; worse yet, it also results in Peter missing a date with Mary Jane.  After licking his wounds, Pete visits Detective Lee as Spider-man, where she helps him uncover Mysterio’s identity by pulling up an old police file.  It turns out Mysterio was once a Hollywood Special Effects technician, Named Quentin Beck, who was the best-of-the-best until he went too far and almost blew up a helicopter for some action movie.  Thankfully Spider-man was on hand to save the day and expose Beck’s criminal negligence, bringing him to justice… for a little bit.  Since getting out of prison, Beck has used his expertise (and apparently limitless resources) to exact his revenge by masquerade as a superhero, frame Spider-man, and then defeat him publicly.

Of course, Spider-man ultimately foils Mysterio in their obligatory climactic showdown, using his Spidey-sense to determine which of his adversary’s traps are lethal, or merely illusions.  As a nice bonus to Mysterio’s defeat, Terri Lee and Spidey become allies.  Oh yeah! And Mary Jane even decides to cut Pete some slack and give him another shot at taking her on a date.  Another happy ending all around.

The Verdict

I must confess, I’ve never had much interest in Mysterio. That’s not to say there isn’t a time and place for the character, and some iterations are more worthy of consideration than others, but his gimmick quickly grows old. It’s always the same: Something out of the ordinary happens that makes Spider-man question his reality, until he’s forced to trust his spider-sense, revealing it was an elaborate illusion all along. Rinse. Recycle. Repeat.  It’s no surprise to me that the showrunners would use the character sparingly, moving forward.

The strongest parts of this episode are those that don’t focus on Mysterio at all.  The subplot (which I skipped over in my breakdown) features Peter wanting to give up on being Spidey altogether after his initial defeat.  Thankfully Terri Lee conveniently makes a comment to Peter that causes him to reconsider early retirement, but it’s in this character beat that we’re finally shown Spidey’s fabled origin.  It’s actually a pretty economical way to bring a young target audience up to speed on the wall-crawler’s backstory, while tying it to his current existential dilemma.  World building aside, it’s the theme of power and responsibility (overstated as it has come to be) that has always endeared me to the character; If only that theme could have been introduced in a stronger episode.

In the end, I can attribute neither love nor hate toward ‘The Menace of Mysterio’, but rather an apathetic “Meh.”

2.5 stars (out of 5)

Additional Observations

I realize that supervillains being in possession of expensive toys is a trope that one sometimes has to accept; but seriously, HOW is Mysterio paying for any of this?  In this episode alone he has tiny cubes capable of projecting a wide array of complex illusions, animatronic dinosaurs/pirates/zombies/spiders, and a giant hydraulic spinning wheel (the original purpose for which I couldn’t possibly hazard a guess).  Having actually worked in the film industry, I am confident that even a highly paid SFX technician wouldn’t be able to afford all those gadgets without additional funding.  Indeed, I’ve only worked on a handful of films that would have possessed a budget large enough to accommodate even half the technology utilized by Mr. Beck, and even those would have been rentals.  I’m beginning to suspect the writers didn’t even care about the financial logistics of supervillainy.

Responsibility count: With Uncle Ben's Introduction, Peter utters the show's very first use of "with great power comes great responsibility." But don't worry if you missed it, we're gonna hear that chestnut MANY times before the series comes to an end.

Pete’s missed connection with Mary Jane was supposed to be a study-date for her requisite physics class (MJ is otherwise a student of the arts/acting), hence why she’s miffed when Pete fails to show.  Thankfully it all works out, as she explains she chose to just knuckle down and do the studying herself, passing the test in the process.  That’s all well-and-good, but then she drops some platitude about how arts and sciences are basically the same thing because “they’re both about trying to understand the world around us”.  I appreciate that, broadly speaking, that may be philosophically pertinent, but it’s just such irrelevant point to make, considering that truth derived through artistic mediums is often considerably more subjective (particularly in a class setting).  It’s also precisely the sort of comment I would have once nodded at ponderously in theatre school (especially if it was said by a cute redhead), and I don’t appreciate being called out like that.

[missg00dk4t]

Comics Fangirl n°1 - Into the fangirlverse:

Today's review is about "What if? Dark: Spider-Gwen"/2023

Plot by Gerry Conway & Jody Houser

Art by Ramon F Bachs and Dee Cunniffe

Welcome to this first "Comics Fangirl", where i use my fangirl super powers I got by being bit by a radioactive super-fan for good, as with great power, MUST also come great responsibility.

Get ready for a true superhero action thriller, packed to the brim with thrills and chills, twists and turns, more super-vilains than you can shake a web at, and of course, non-stop web-slinging ACTION !

So if you're not aware yet, Gwen Stacy is theorized to be a trans wowan in the latest spider-movie, "Across the Spider-verse". Needless to say, most of the "fan base" is up in arms AGAINST the idea. That, in my humble opinion, is because most of the "spider-fan base" is a bunch of racist incels. I, as a TRUE spider-fan hold the only true true. This is f*cking comics, you f*cking nerds. Cry some more, #Gwenistrans. Now that THAT'S sorted out, moving on to my review.

First off, my eyes bleed every time I have to witness Greg Land's... "art". Motherf*cker can't even find something new to trace over, I feel I've seen this "o-face" a BILLION times already (I'm not being funny here, Greg is KNOWN for tracing over porn 😑)

Spoilers for this comics from here on out, you have been warned. Also, minor spoilers for Ghost-Spider's backstory.

It's one of comics most well known event, but in case you didn't know, the main universe Gwen Stacy died years ago, during a fight between Spider-Man and the green goblin. Only this time, it's Peter that dies, hitting his head as he jumps to save Gwen.

I love this alternate universe, because usually the "What ifs" involve someone acting out of character or something ludicrous happening to set the events into motion. Only this time it's Peter not thinking of his personal safety as he saves the woman of his life (MJ and him start dating after Gwen's death), which is 100% in character.

Gwen discovers Peter's secret identity as she drags his lifeless body from the water. Instinctively, she gets rid of his costume. I love the way she INSTANTLY knows what Peter would've wanted, as I'm sure he wouldn't want any of his ennemies knowing who he was, especially now that he can't protect his loved ones.

Instead of just grieving though, our girl Gwen starts scheming. She's going to take revenge on the green goblin. Only problem, she has no super-powers, and no training. That won't stop her, as she enlists Harry Osborn's help to spring a trap for the gliding menace. What she doesn't tell Harry is that she plans on killing the goblin, using her late father's gun.

She baits Osborn senior by acting like Spider-Man survived their last encounter. When the Goblin falls into her trap, she points the gun at him, ready to shoot.

At the last minute though, she changes her mind, proving once more the love and understanding she has for Parker. Peter wasn't a killer, and she won't become one in his name. So this is the part where my eyes started leaking for some odd reason.

Sadly, Harry, overtaken by grief (and probably overcompensating for missing Pete's funeral) shoots the Goblin in the chest, not aware of his true identity. When Norman dies in front of his son, Harry snaps, telling Gwen he holds her responsible for his father's death, exacerbating her already existing guilt.

This is the start of this Gwen's journey as a spider-person. As far as spider-folks go, that's pretty f*cking metal.

So I want to touch on the fact this is now the second "Spider-Gwen" who fights crime WITHOUT SUPER POWERS. First of all, #SlayQueenYaaas. Secondly, I can't help but read this as a metaphor for Gwen being trans.

In case you didn't know (we can't all be virgins, I understand) Ghost-Spider, mostly know as "Spider-Gwen", also doesn't have super-powers at the moment (at least when the writers actually REMEMBER THAT). She lost them during a story where she compensated using a version of the venom symbiote, which she tames in about one issue, one-upping Peter like no one's business.

I may be over thinking this, but I view that fact as a parallel to her transness. Much like the fact she doesn't have the same "powers" as cis people, she doesn't have the powers most spider-people have, and she has to work twice as hard to achieve the same results as them. Also, Ghost-Spider has no secret identity in her universe, and I couldn't help but see that as a trans thing. You KNOW people IRL would out her the first chance they got. Or maybe that's just me, I don't know.

So in case that wasn't clear, I loved this comic. The plot was good, and I loved the art. If you plan on picking it up (I just spoiled most of the plot, but you do you) consider pirating it, in case you don't know Disney funds war criminals.

I give this comic nuff'said/10

Talk to you later, true believers.

Fangirl out.

[caatws]

I have to agree with you about IW. I think it was going very well and had a strong ensemble feel until you get to Gamora's death and it all took a nosedive. At that point it went from establishing Thanos and his motivations to justifying his actions and trying to paint him as being sympathetic in his abusive behavior. Gamora was also getting some great development and emotional exploration until the narrative turned her into a pawn for her abuser and spent more time on how he was the one who lost something than it did on her being the one who lost her life. There were so many ways they could have made Thanos interesting and show why he was doing what he wanted without trying to say he was right or say it was okay to abuse Gamora let alone reward him for it by granting him the stone.

I think this is my main grumble with gotg vol 3. It never directs the loss of Gamora back on to what it cost her. I really wish there had been one scene where someone said it wasn't right that Gamora died the way she did and that it's taken a toll on the team. I also would have loved for there to be a moment near the end where we got to hear more from 2014Gamora about how she feels. In IW there was so much emotion behind her thoughts and feelings concerning her time with Thanos and you could see that a bit in Endgame too. I wish Gunn had tapped into this more because once Gamora did start to get into the feels at the very end you could tell there was a lot going through her head. I get saving some of that to be a guessing game for the audience but part of it needed to be in the movie. I thought we would get it during a conversation between her and Nebula once her moment with Peter was over but then they never got to talk.

yeah it's weird bc the russos went completely off the rails with where they ultimately took gamora's story in iw, but honestly up until that point in the movie they were kinda actually getting a lot all right with gamora (except when they retconned her backstory but lolllll).

like i'm ngl i was kinda living for the angst of gamora making peter promise to kill her. it was in-character for gamora, created new stakes between her and peter, and also just shifted their dynamic in a new way that had so much potential to be further explored. like what a conflict to create for them!!!! and then we got those gamora flashback scenes and saw how she interacted with thanos and nebula and just...the russos actually seemed to know what they were doing there?!?!?

but then all that swiftly got thrown out the window once all that time we'd spent with gamora's character in the film, getting to see how her childhood was ruined, how quickly and readily she tried to sacrifice herself and her own happiness to save everyone, and just how deeply she was both loved by and loved others, was revealed to have been part of some master plan of building thanos up as a "sympathetic" villain when he didn't need to be. you can make a villain's goals appear logical or altruistic without trying to pass off their torture and abuse as some form of sacrifice made out of "love"

[nottheoneurelookingfkr]

(A backstory about how Jade became an X-men (part one))

She slammed the door to her apartment shut, locking it behind her. It had once been her safe place, the home she shared with her mother before she died. Now, it was just another cage. She tore through her belongings, stuffing essentials into a backpack. She had to leave the country—maybe back to her homeland, maybe somewhere else. Anywhere but here. But deep down, she knew the moment she stepped out that door, there was no coming back. No normal life. No pretending to be human.

A knock at the door made her freeze.

Jade exhaled sharply, rolling her eyes before heading over. She forced her expression into something neutral as she opened the door. “Hello, how may I—”

Her stomach dropped.

X-Men.

Before they could speak, she was already moving. She lunged for her backpack, slung it over her shoulder, and bolted—straight out the window.

Logan rushed to the ledge, watching her disappear into the night. He clenched his jaw. “Shit.”

“She couldn’t have gone far,” Jean said, already turning toward the exit.

Logan ran a hand down his face, frustration simmering beneath his skin. “We fucking lost her.”

Jade kept running, her pulse hammering in her ears. Every alley, every side street, she checked for tails, avoiding security cameras where she could. She needed somewhere to lay low—just for the night.

She spotted a rundown motel on the outskirts of town. It was nothing special, but after everything she’d been through, it might as well have been a five-star resort.

She stepped inside, scanning the lobby. A weary-looking man sat behind the counter, barely glancing up as she approached.

“Hello,” she said with a small smile, sliding cash across the counter. “Ever Bloom. One night.”

The man took the money without question. “Room 22. Upstairs, to the left.”

Jade took the key and climbed the stairs, her senses still on high alert. The moment she stepped inside, her breath caught.

Someone was on the bed.

A guy. Silver hair. Laid-back like he owned the place.

She dropped her bag and immediately pulled out a knife. “Who the hell are you, and why are you in my room?”

Before she could react, the world blurred. A rush of wind. And suddenly—

Her knife was gone. So were her keys.

The stranger smirked, twirling her knife between his fingers as the world snapped back into motion.

“Peter Maximoff,” he said casually, leaning back against the pillows. “Nice to finally meet you, Jade.”

Part two up tomorrow!

[dearlybelovedhonoredguests]

Figured I'd throw my oc, Ori in this!! Also I'm so sorry it's so long!! I tried to cut it down (╥﹏╥) hope you don't mind some redeemed sinner content~

(i hope thats okay I have no idea if that fits in your rules or not im sorry!)

🩷Name: Ori

🩷Date of Death: 1890's

🩷Cause of Death: overdose. Was shadowing shady people around as it was her job in working with detective. While undercover, O.D on some stuff she took to blend in and not look suspicious.

🩷Appearance: Pink hair with three other shades, two small black horns, a black demon tail that ends in a heart with horns. Hoodie thats off shouldered goes around her upper thighs. Wears thigh highs, big boots with spikes. Brown skin, green eyes.

🩷Age: {REDACTED} (but an adult from late 20's-early 30's)

🩷Gender: Female )she/her)

🩷Height: 7 feet tall

🩷Likes: the colour pink, reality tv shows, stars and crowns, cute digital art, cringey romantic things

🩷Dislikes: The colour green, competition, the other girls in her beauty pageant competitions, pancakes

🩷Personality: Flirty, confident, pretends to be self centered when really she's not and its just a mask because it feels good to pretend sometimes to distract herself from her loneliness and how little she reacts to things

🩷Mini Backstory: Currently there's not much on her human life, but over a decade in the afterlife on the other hand;

🩷Sinner in hell for over a century. Has been married four times. She tries to keep up with Hell's changing fashion sense so the newer sinners don't cast her out as an "oldie" like Vox, Alastor, Rosie, ect,. so every few years, she changed her wardrobe and style to match whatever was trending the most each decade. After a century of doing this, she got tired and now sticks to a hoodie, stockings, and boots. 20-30 years later, joins Charlie's Hotel as one of its residents in hopes to get redeemed. "Romance in hell sucks", she would say, disappointed with her failed marriages and other romantic relationships.

🩷Trivia: Has shadows she can control and use as she wishes. Can vanish through them, materialize from them, summon items with them, and even make it materialize into something firm-like her horns and tail which are not what she fell to hell with. Those are things she can give herself and can change the size and shape of. Her body is essentially shadows;, if a stray bullet in hell goes flying at her, she can turn her powers on and it would literally go right through her. Off though, she can very much touch and feel lol

Wincing slightly at how almost obnoxiously bright Heaven is, Ori walked up towards the large golden gates of Heaven. Heaven? Wait-What?!

"Ohhhhh fuck, I actually did it." She exclaims, looking up at the very shiny and clean golden gates. She breathes and looks down at herself, seeing she still has her demon tail. "Sick, I get to keep my magic." She grins as she pokes one of her little horns-complete with a halo sitting atop her head.

“Hi there! Welcome to Heaven, my name is St. Peter, can I get your name please?”

[shrimpalbuspotter]

I absolutely adore the first one, and my head took it on and added stuff, so now I'm going to say them here in this reblog (because I can)

Plot twist is that they still all go to the same school together, muggle au, but none of them know who any of their online friends are in real life. Everyone plays the game but they also all hide it because the general consensus is that its cringy and weird (it is not. I have, however, met people who think it is).

As a result, the meetup is insane. Sirius realises the person he was edating was actually that one friend who he only really knew through James and who he thought was kind of a Nerd but in a funny way that made Sirius enjoy him being around. Remus realises his Real Crush was also the guy he was E Dating as a joke (sirius didn't think it was a joke) and panics.

James is just scared. He's SCARED. Because he spent AGES crafting his persona of the popular footie player who was friends with everyone (except from the dorks, like Snivellus and the other pretentious prats in Slytherin) and who all the teachers liked, and now his little secret was out. He was the leader of their damn clan. He was the highest leveled member of the clan, he was an Elvin Warrior, he had a carefully crafted character page linked to his profile with detailed backstory and lore.

Lily is peeved at the fact she's stuck in the middle of this. She only downloaded the game after Sev had shyly asked her to join through his link so he got silver, and when she met his "guild" members (or "Clan", as SirProngs called it, she fondly remembered arguments she'd watched Sev have with him over what the label for their alliance was. She'd never seen him type so quick before.) it turned out the most annoying one was also the most annoyingly persistent boy she'd ever met in real life. Did James just haunt her?

Peter was aware everyone played, and who everyone was. For godssake, their usernames are the nicknames they gave eachother in Primary, but which wore off when they entered Secondary and they began getting a few poking teases over it. It was so obvious. What was worse, though, is that he had technically left their guild ("it's clan, Wormy, gods, Princey is a truly horrid influence") a month prior, because another one had offered him alot of Gold if he'd join their Guild("Do you want me to shoot you?") as Distraction when they went on quests, and despite staying friends with everyone, they still called him traitor instead of his username.

Severus had a mini panic attack when he walked up to the spot him and Lily were told to go to to meet their online friends. He was quite excited, actually. His only real friend was Lily, the boys in his House only ever really hung out with him so that he did their homework, or their essays. But by god, seeing that their little rebel alliance (He had a sudden memory of sitting muted in a discord call on their Guild Server as LordPadFoot streamed a Starwars Marathon, and who briefly unmuted himself to say, with a voice changer he was mocked ruthlessly for everytime, "we're a bit like the Rebel Alliance, aren't we?" ) consisted of the 4 people he despised more than anyone in their school, made him almost sob. To be fair though, everybody seemed quite shocked to see eachother, so he doubted this was some planned attack against him.

Everyone is shocked, confused, kind of angry, upset, and a little happy. They still all go through with the plans they made a day prior, reaching an unspoken consensus that they'd just act like they would online, even referring to eachother as their usernames (A strangely warm feeling built up in each Marauders chest at the old nicknames. Sev felt pretty special being called Prince. Lily was going to throttle the next person who called her Princess.)

In my head I kinda skimmed past the whole hating eachother fine with Sev and the Marauders because for this I'd imagine it as more of a "we hate eachother because of something that happened in the last year of Primary and the animosity simply never left" situation. Also I mostly thought of it as fluffy and wholesome and funny.

Thank you for planting this worm in my brain I appreciate it so much

i have so many fic ideas bouncing around in my head and so little brain power. soooo what should i try to write about next?? - MMO AU! Everyone plays together and have been online friends for ages. They all decide to meet up IRL and shenanigans ensue, maybe? Prolly Wolfstar-centric for this one. Sev is there but for some reason my brain made him a little bit of a comedic presence here lol. - Stranded on an island AU where everyone has to work together to survive! Mostly I just want to write about everyone having to learn to live off the land, wilderness survival stories are always fun. Multiple pairings but it's less of a shippy story in my head tbh. - Severitus story where Sev/Rem/Siri is the endgame, but it's also a no-magic AU where Sirius was actually in prison for some blue collar crime that had to do with his family lol. Sev somehow ended up taking harry when he was like 10 and now he's an angsty teen. Sirius got out of prison and wants to be in his godsons life. Remus is a concerned teacher who ends up taking a personal interest in Harrys mental health. Help!?

[reidslovely]

In a Corner I Haunt (Right Where You Left Me)

Authors Note: This is really sad lmao. I’ve been wanting to write this for a long time and seeing the new set photos really just inspired me..angst to come. It is my birthday week so count this as a small gift from me to you!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem! Reader 

Warnings: Break up, lovers to strangers to whatever this is, my first big angst piece me thinks. 

As always please reblog and comment! ___________________________________

The back of the restaurant was her favorite place to sit. It was perfect for watching who came in and out of the bar. Watching those strangers who came in alone and left with someone they met at the bar for a night. Watching the families stumble in. Kids excited to leave the house for the night, the parents looking at one another with a certain kind of admiration after however many years. She watched awkward dates take place, she was here almost every night, same table, same glass of wine, same order.

She wondered if anyone ever watched her in return.

She wondered if anyone thought about her story, why she was here almost every night. Why she sat in the same place of the old brick building, looking out the window of the decades old building. But maybe to the outsiders she was just a ghost stuck in the loop of her most heartbreaking moment. The moment where she felt like she died.

Her excitement peaked as she closed the umbrella under the awning of the brick building. Peter was sitting at their usual table in the back corner of the restaurant dressed in a dark green dress shirt and black slacks. His hair was slightly disheveled, only becoming more messy as he nervously ran his hand through it turning his head to look out the window, (Y/N) smiled raising her hand waving excitedly. Finally her feet carried her into the building, over to the usual table.

“You look handsome.” She spoke leaning down to place a quick kiss on his lips. Peter returned the kiss quickly, being the first to pull away. She paid this no mind. Tonight was a big night, that’s why Peter was nervous.

No other reason.

Peter gave his awkward grimace up to her, which (Y/N) returned excitedly, the tension building in her stomach as she settled across from him. “There are my favorite lovebirds..the usual? Glass of our cheapest red, with an order of flatbread and gnocchi?” The waiter spoke excitedly, clapping his hands together.

“That’ll be perfect Andrew thank you.” Peter spoke swallowing hard, his hands shaking as he spoke. (Y/N) reached out to hold his hand, Peter let it linger for only seconds before dropping her hand patting the top of it. Andrew rushed off, leaving the two alone.

“How was your day?” (Y/N) asked, sipping her water, playing with the locket around her neck which held a photo of her and Peter on the inside.

“Busy. Worked in the lab all morning, had a presentation with Otto that took forever, then I…got the subway here.”

His account of his day was short. Nothing out of the ordinary for when Peter was nervous. He didn’t eat breakfast she had made this morning, rushing off forgetting the usual routine. Breakfast, a goodbye kiss, him forgetting his keys or something else important, before kissing her once more. But this morning everything had gone smoothly, but he left as soon as he got dressed.

She hoped maybe he just didn’t want to ruin any surprises.

She went on the account her day for him, it was short also her excitement making her speech a thousand miles a minute. Her body was on fire basically hoping that in a minute now he’d pull out a ring and ask her to marry him.

It never came. Instead they sat in silence, their wine coming out first Peter was downing it glass after glass. Throughout dinner he was quiet. No quips, no people watching and making up fake backstories for them.

Just silence.

Until after dinner, he reached across the table grabbing her hand. Turning it over in his, her palm facing up.

Now.  Now was the moment, Finally he was gonna do it. Quick and simple.

A cold metal dropped into her hand and she looked down to see the key she had given him to her apartment. She looked at Peter confused, furrowing her eyebrows at him.

“I think..I’m sorry. I’m breaking up with you. I, uh, I can’t do this. I love you but I do think it’s best.”

If she was on fire before, her body had broken out in chills, her hair standing on end. Suddenly she could hear every small sound in the restaurant, his voice amplified by ten.

“But I can’t do this. We aren’t right for each other, I’m not right for you. We just don’t fit together anymore..I’m always at the lab and you’re waiting for me at home. This is not how we should be spending our twenties.” He laughs. He’s laughing at her, everyone is laughing at her even if they don’t know it.

“Pete..” Her voice breaks as he stands up. Grabbing his coat biting the inside of her cheek, she reached out for him knocking the wine glass over it shattered on the floor.

“I said it’s over, (Y/N). It’s done. Don’t do this, don’t embarrass yourself begging for a man. You’re better than that.”

It felt like she just had venom spit in her face. Her jaw twitched as she gazed up at him with wet eyelashes, a choked breath left her mouth as she began to cry. Peter turned and walked away. Left her there in that restaurant, tears rolling down her face.

The sun on the window of the restaurant warmed her face as she sipped what was left in her glass. Her hair clipped off her face, though she was older now by several years she still saw that twenty-three year old girl in the reflection.

“Check?” Andrew asked to come to collect the empty dishes. 

“Oh uh yeah.” She smiles up at him. Andrew nodded at her walking off with her dishes, she slipped her arms through her sweater tucking a few stray pieces of hair away as she dug in her bag for her card.

As the bell of the restaurant rang she looked up out of reflex, her heart jumping into her throat as she looked at the ghost from the past in front of her. Coffee in hand, dressed nicely in a brown sportcoat and a blue button down, all nicely ironed and buttoned correctly. He had grown up. (Y/N) took a deep breath and smiled at him, lifting her hand to wave at him. Peter walked over slowly, swallowing harshly taking a seat across from her.

“I thought that was you. I was walking towards the school up the road and..I had to know.” 

Peter’s hand gestures anxiously in the air as he talks. Running a hand through his perfectly styled hair.

“It’s me.” She gives him a downward smile laced with a certain bittersweet message behind it.

“How..have you been?”

“I’m good, I'm writing for the Bugle. Jameson finally gave me my own office.”

“I know I read your pieces every morning when I have coffee. I meant..”

“I’m good Peter.”

It was a bittersweet lie. She sat here every Friday watching the people move on with their lives, new people come and go. Watching everything play out in the corner. Part of her hoping she’d blink and she’d be back in that moment that she could stop it before it happened. Peter Parker was the only man she had ever loved, and she’d accepted she’d probably never love again.

“I was scared.” He spoke after a few minutes of silence. “I was so scared. You were perfect, you had everything planned. You saw a side of me I never saw, and that terrified me. I was scared of ruining you. I was scared of…you leaving me. I was twenty six and I didn’t have anything planned out, and I was scared one morning you were gonna wake up and you were gonna see that.” He laughed, playing with his fingers, twisting a gold band that sat happily on his left hand. Her heart sank, but she kept her head above the water. “May gave me a ring to propose to with. And that’s what made me run. I am so sorry.”

“We were..so young Peter. I would have followed you to the end of the earth had you asked me. I never intended on leaving you.”

“You didn’t?”

(Y/N) shook her head, giving him a tight lipped smile. He let out a chesty laugh, wiping tears away from his eyes. She caught a glimpse of the ring once more.

“How long have you been…married?”

“Oh uh, god it’ll be 4 years in May.” He nods. “She’s a teacher. I have a daughter too..she’s three she’s at the school with her, I was on my way to pick up. It’s daddy daughter day.”

The water in her mind was getting deeper, she felt the waves pulling her further out. “Whats her name?”

“It’s Camilla.” He nods. “Camilla May Parker.” He laughs, pulling out his phone and pulling up his lock screen. The three captured a perfect family moment Peter with his daughter on his chest and wife on his arm.

That final wave came and pulled her under finally, she wiped away her falling tears. She tried her hardest to hold them back as she looked at him. He had grown into quite the man, he was graying now but only reaching his mid-thirties. He looked just how she pictured he would.

“She’s beautiful, she has your big puppy dog eyes.” She laughs, her body and voice shaking. Suddenly she stood, she needed to get out of this ocean of emotions.

sin “I uhh I have to go Peter. It was really nice seeing you again.” She said biting the inside of her cheek, grabbing her bag and shoving enough cash on the table to pay for the bill that never came. Peter’s hand reached out for her knocking the wine glass to the floor, she looked at him noting the irony in the situation.

“You have a beautiful life Peter..you need to cherish that. We were..basically kids. I will always love you, but I have accepted that you will never love me again. So please go pick up your daughter, and give your wife a kiss and hold her extra tight” She whispers to him as she pulls her hand away. Just like a ghost passing over she finally walked out of the restaurant. Her tears rolled freely down her cheeks and she laughed a bitter laugh at the irony of leaving him right where he left her.

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finally found - natasha romanoff x daughter!reader

from this request | series masterlist

platonic peter x yelena x kate x reader & a hint of romantic wanda x reader ~

word count; 4983 (hfs my longest one shot to date)

warnings; implies alcohol abuse, abuse in general, mention of car accident & death.. some angst but happy ending

mega thank you to @wandaschaosmagic for helping me beta this!! <3

a/n; i was so excited for this request heheh:] also i’ve aged down peter, wanda, yelena and kate to be 15, the same age as reader! very non canon compliant but it is set in the mcu universe :D also don’t ask me how yelena and r are the same age but lena calls tasha “sestra” because i have no clue how to explain their backstory and im way too lazy to figure it all out. and yes peter is r’s best friend but i’m a fucking simp for wanda so .. hope y’all enjoy weehuu<3 feedback is greatly appreciated for this!!

“and so she did this insane move! like i don’t think i’ve ever seen anyone except miss romanoff pull off something like that. i don’t even know how she knows how to do it!” peter babbles on excitedly as he and the other teens on the team settles around the kitchen island to do their homework.

“he’s not joking sestra. i saw it with my own eyes, for a moment i thought i was looking at a mini you.” yelena chuckles as she breezed through the math homework in front of her. honestly, yelena being in school at this point was just for legality, the blonde assassin was extremely smart.

natasha just hums in response as she types away on her own computer, doing up some paperwork.

“would we be able to invite her over?” wanda asks, her eyes shining with excitement.

“ugh as if we don’t have to deal with you pining over her in school, we have to see it here too?” yelena huffs as she completes the last bit of her math homework, snapping the binder shut.

“i mean, if it’s okay with the adults we could maybe have a sleepover here?” peter wonders out loud, his gaze landing on the only adult in the kitchen. as if they timed it, peter and wanda turns to stare at yelena who just groans in annoyance.

“sestra,” yelena calls out, rolling her eyes when natasha doesn’t even bother looking up from her work. “sestra, i have an important question can you please pay me some attention?”

at that, natasha sighs softly before turning her gaze away from her computer.

“what is it lena?”

“can y/n come over for a sleepover? she’s my friend from school, peter’s best friend and wanda’s crush all rolled into one.” yelena supplies helpfully, ignoring the sokovian’s offended “hey!”

“i’m going to need a little more information than that lena.” natasha raises an eyebrow at her sister who sighs dramatically, turning to look at peter. he looks at yelena for a moment, slightly confused, until he finally understood what she wanted him to do.

“oh! er, her name is y/n.. y/n y/l/n. she was adopted as baby after being left outside an orphanage in queens. she turns 15 in december this year. she never knew who her parents were but she did those dna tests thing once and it said she’s half russian and half american, though weirdly enough the site didn’t give out any other information. she.. hm, she actually looks a lot like you ms romanoff- very red hair, green eyes. she seems really scary at first too! but is actually really soft and sweet.” peter rambles on and as soon as he realised he probably said a little too much, he laughs awkwardly before slumping down in his seat.

natasha simply shakes her head, and all the teens deflate a little before she replies, “alright i guess she can come. just her, you three and kate?”

the three teens erupts into cheers, peter pulling out his phone to text y/n while yelena goes ahead to text kate.

“thank you tasha.” wanda hops down from her seat and goes to wrap the redhead in a hug. allowing a rare moment of softness, natasha drops a swift kiss on the top of wanda’s head.

she wouldn’t admit it to anyone but these three kids (plus kate) were one of her biggest soft spots. love is for children, her brain tried to scream at her. but natasha knew better.

love makes people stronger. strong enough to leave them behind, when it’s safer than the alternative. natasha quickly pushed away those thoughts, she didn’t want to dream about what could’ve been, not tonight.

-

as natasha finishes up the last of her work for the night, there’s a light knocking on the door.

“come in.” natasha calls out as she powers off her computer.

“hey sestra,” yelena greets natasha, smiling brightly when the older girl opens up her arms for yelena to burrow into. the two sisters stay like that for a moment, relishing in the fact that they’re both here, they still have each other and they’re safe.

the silence is soon broken by yelena, who remembers why she came by in the first place.

“sestra, i’m here to talk about y/n.”

tilting her head curiously, natasha prompts yelena to continue.

“it’s nothing bad but.. remember the story you told me? about the little girl you had after one of your missions before the graduation ceremony?” yelena grimaces slightly when she feels natasha stiffen, the redhead attempting to pull out of the hug, but yelena stops her.

“i’ve seen y/n, and she.. she looks almost exactly like you. i swear it’s like looking at a carbon copy! and after the information peter shared, i’m just wondering.. what if it’s her?” yelena continues on, her grip on natasha finally loosening, so that she could look up at the redhead.

“way too many babies are left at orphanages lena, you know this. yes there might be some similarities but i highly doubt that peter’s best friend could be her.” natasha states firmly with a shake of her head. “can we not talk about this anymore? you should go to bed, you have school tomorrow.”

yelena opens her mouth to say something but, ultimately decides against it. leaning up, she places a soft kiss on natasha’s cheek, wishing her a goodnight before heading back to her own room.

that night, natasha dreams of a little girl. a little girl who looks like her, fights like her and she sees the life that she wished she could’ve provided for her.

but the red room was never a good place to grow up in.

“why’d you leave me mama?” was the haunting cry that jolts natasha awake.

i wish i didn’t. but i had no other choice.

-

natasha smiles to herself when she hears the telltale chatter of the teens who just got home from school. her ears picks up a fifth voice- which should be y/n.

setting down the last plate of food, natasha turns to greet the group of teens. her heart leaps to her throat and she has to force herself to school her features.

she sees what yelena means when you look exactly like her, heck even your laugh sounds similar to hers. her eyes zero in on what looks like a heart shaped birthmark on your collarbone, and her breath hitches.

“sestra?” “tasha?” “miss romanoff?” the overlap of voices shakes natasha out of her trance.

“yes-“ natasha clears her throat, wincing internally at how shaky her voice sounded. “yes, hello. uh, i’m natasha.”

you stand slightly behind peter, eyes widening at the sight of the natasha romanoff standing in front of you. a slight nudge in your ribs from yelena startles you and you’re quick to introduce yourself.

“you made mac and cheese?” yelena lights up, grabbing your arm to pull you towards the table. the russian assassin doesn’t miss the slight expression of pain that flits across your face before it was quickly gone, replaced with an excited smile to match the blonde’s energy.

“tasha’s mac and cheese is the best.” wanda comments happily, sliding into the seat next to you, all while peter grumbles about his best friend being stolen away.

“do you kids want anything to drink?” natasha turns around to busy herself with grabbing the glasses, missing the confused glances the kids (except you) shared amongst each other. sure, natasha would cook for them almost everyday, but she always stressed about them getting their own drinks. even when ned and mj were invited over, she was a stickler for that rule.

the rest of them rattled off their preferences, but natasha calls out your name when she didn’t hear you give an answer.

“i’m fine with anything miss romanoff.” you answer politely, your fingers fiddling nervously in your lap.

“you okay if i get you tea, like wanda?”

“that’s fine, but uh- actually never mind it’s fine.” you bite your lip nervously hoping natasha didn’t hear your slip up. but she was a trained spy after all.

“do you want it iced?” natasha probes, turning around to set down everyone else’s drinks before she settles her gaze on you. you blink at her, but nod your head slowly.

she sends you a soft smile, replying, “i like my tea iced too.”

this puzzling behaviour continues on for the rest of the day. for once, natasha wasn’t glued to her computer doing her work but she seems to be constantly hovering, making sure everyone (especially you) were comfortable and okay.

it was even harder for her to retire to her room for the night, knowing that joining in on the sleepover would just be weird. but she did manage to ask you about your favourite foods sometime during the afternoon, so she gets up early the next morning to go for her run before taking over the kitchen. even though saturdays were sam’s day to cook for the team, he was shooed away so that natasha could work undisturbed.

unfortunately for the teenagers, they still had to partake in training today, so they were all up and in the kitchen by 8am, which was where they found natasha packing up their foods into containers for them to have after their run. they also noticed that she had left out two plates, peter recognising it as your favourite dish.

“thank you for having me over, i know the rest of them having training today so i’ll just head home..” your train of thought cut off when you realised that there was food at the table and a very nervous russian assassin looking at you.

“is, uh, is this for me..?” you glance at peter with wide eyes, surprised at the fact that natasha had not only made you breakfast, but it was also your favourite.

“yes, but if you have other plans already it’s fine!” natasha replies nervously, her hands fiddling anxiously under the table.

a part of her really didn’t want you to leave. but what was she supposed to do? she couldn’t exactly tell you “hey i’m your mother, i abandoned you almost 15 years ago and i’m sorry but it was either that or have you be experimented on by the red room. oh and i don’t know who your dad is either.”

technically, she could but it just didn’t seem right to dump all that on you. especially when you seem to be doing alright now, without her. like you probably have been for your whole life.

“i’m okay with staying, thank you so much for cooking miss romanoff.” you smile shyly at the avenger in thanks. natasha smiles back in return before turning to the other 4 teens.

“alright, do the 4 of you have your fruits and shakes? good, remember to eat them before running, but don’t eat too much. 5 mile run for peter and yelena, 3 mile run for wanda and kate. come back for breakfast and homework before the rest of your training.” natasha instructs everyone, ignoring their groans of protest as she shoos them away. you giggle softly before hugging everyone goodbye, even leaving a soft kiss on wanda’s cheek, causing the sokovian to blush.

soon, it was just you and natasha left in the kitchen. she ushers you to sit at the table and you comply, answering her when she asks if you want a smoothie to go with your food.

despite both of your nerves, conversation flows easy. you don’t seem to find natasha’s questions odd, if anything it feels nice to have someone ask after you. you end up staying until the afternoon, doing your work with the rest before you eventually leave when they have to go for their individual training.

the next few weeks you came by to the tower almost every weekday. it had been natasha’s idea and while everyone was slightly confused, yelena had simply went along with it, a knowing glint in her eyes.

it felt good, the last few years had been rough for you and you often dreaded heading home after school ended. but now you would hitch a ride with everyone to go to the avengers tower after school and then get a ride back home with peter.

you found yourself getting closer to natasha as well, the russian could always be found where you were. it was confusing for you, to seemingly be the centre of natasha’s attention, but it felt almost natural.

one night would soon change everything.

-

wanda groans quietly when she hears her phone ring, blindly reaching out for it, she accepts the call and puts it to her ear.

“hello?” wanda mumbles sleepily, yawning as she waits for a reply.

“wanda?” your trembling voice immediately shocks all the sleep out of wanda’s system.

“y/n/n? milaya? what’s wrong are you okay?” wanda sits up in bed quickly, her free hand flicking to turn on the lamp on her side table.

“i’m sorry, i-“ your words are cut off by a shuddering sob. “i didn’t have anyone else to call. peter is on a mission and i, please i need to get out of here-“

“where the fuck did you go you bitch?!” a loud male voice makes both you and wanda jump. you whimper quietly and wanda is quick to rush out of her room to head to natasha’s all while telling you stay on the line.

she bangs impatiently on the door as she tries her best to reassure you over the phone. the door swings open to reveal an irate natasha but wanda is quick to explain the sitaution.

soon, the duo are in the car while wanda continues to try and calm you. thankfully, wanda remembers your address from the few times she went over after school. with natasha as the driver, the supposed 40 minute drive becomes 20.

the car pulls up to an apartment building and the two run up the stairs. the door to the apartment was slightly open and there was drunken shouting coming from inside.

“come out come out wherever you are~ it’s okay, dada just wants to play!” the drunk man laughs obnoxiously as he tries to look for you. slipping in quietly, natasha is quick to knock him out and wanda hurries to your room, finding you in your locked closet. wanda knocks gently, “y/n? it’s wanda. can you open the door milaya? i promise it’s safe now.”

the door unlocks and she opens it to reveal you curled up on the ground, clutching a blanket and a stuffed animal. wanda lets out a soft gasp at your state, a bruise was forming on your cheek, arms littered with more bruises but the most angering thing was the handprint mark around your neck. in your worn out state, you just sit there, sobbing silently as wanda quickly shakes herself out of her shock.

“milaya, y/n.. can i touch you?” wanda’s speaks softly, doing her best not to startle you. you nod weakly and wanda scoops you up, one arm hooking under your legs and another around your body. you drop your things onto your body, forcing yourself to move your own arms to loop around her, burying your face into her neck as you sob in relief.

“thank you.” you mumble out and wanda presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

she carries you out carefully, not missing how natasha’s eyes flashed with anger when the older woman sees your state.

natasha gives one firm kick the unconscious man before they both walk back downstairs. natasha starts up the car and wanda sits in the back with you. you curl up on her lap, refusing to move and natasha doesn’t bat an eye as she drives back to the tower.

sometime on the drive back, you had fallen asleep, the day’s events catching up to you. wanda wonders how she never noticed the signs, and if peter had known about your father’s abuse at all. natasha’s heart felt heavy with guilt, her eyes constantly looking at your limp body in the rearview mirror. she catches a sight of a red blanket and she has to force the tears away.

she can’t believe you still kept it.

-

you groan softly when you feel pain throughout your body. you shuffle around a bit and tense when you don’t recognise the sheets you are on. the events of the previous night slowly come back to you, how you had tried to call peter but then remembered how he was on a practise mission with tony stark and steve rogers. the next person you had thought of was wanda, so you called her. you recall hiding in the closet, praying and hoping that he wouldn’t find you in his drunken haze. suddenly the shouting had ceased and wanda was in your room. she had carried you out, to a car.. that natasha drove?

taking a deep breath, you slowly open your eyes. you blink wearily as you look around the dark room. you sit up slowly, grimacing at the pain that shoots through your body. you hesitate for a while before calling out for FRIDAY.

“good afternoon miss y/n. do you need me to go get miss maximoff or miss romanoff?”

you reply with a yes and as an afterhtought, ask for FRIDAY to brighten up the light in the room.

there’s a series of knocks on the door and you call for them to come in, smiling softly at wanda and natasha as they step inside.

“thank you for coming to get me last night. i’m sorry i had to trouble you.” you fiddle with the blanket in your lap nervously, the same one that you had been holding onto since wanda found you the night before.

“it’s alright, but.. we do have to talk about it.” natasha moves to sit on the edge of the bed while wanda opts to sit next to you. you shift closer to her and sigh contentedly when her arms wrap around you.

“y/n..” natasha starts and you try to look at anywhere but her, chewing on your bottom lip nervously. “y/n, how long has this been going on for?”

“emotionally and verbally? years. but the physical abuse only started last year .” you hear harsh intake of breath from natasha and wanda stiffens next to you.

“my dad he, he never really wanted me. but my mum always wanted a child, even though they always had trouble conceiving. she’s the one that wanted to adopt and so she convinced him to adopt a baby together. she uh, she died in a car crash when i was 8.” your bottom lip trembles as you try not to cry.

“dad didn’t handle it so well. he never liked a lot of things but he loved mum the most. he uh, he started drinking and it spiraled from there. he raised me but was mainly absent from my life. but things got out of hand and he went to work drunk early last year, so he was fired. i think that was the final straw, you know? he got angerier, he drank more and his outbursts became more violent.”

it was as if the floodgates had opened. soon you were sharing about all the things that had been happening over the last year and a half.

“please i- i really don’t want to go back to stay with him. please don’t make me go back natasha.” you sob, hand clutching onto your blanket as you huddle closer to wanda, as if natasha was going to pick you up and send you back. she could feel her heart clench painfully and she shook her head fiercely.

“i’m never ever going to send you back there okay? i’ll call tony and see if we can pull you out of his guardianship, have you stay here with us instead.” natasha tentatively reaches out to you and when you don’t flinch, she wipes away your tears. “malyshka, i promise you that you will be safe here, okay?”

you nod in response, mumbling a relieved “thank you”.

“wanda, could you bring her to your room? it’ll probably be more comfortable than this guest room.” natasha instructs and wanda bobs her head in agreement. natasha continues, “no training for you today, just make sure that y/n is comfortable yeah? if either of you need anything, get FRIDAY to call for me. i’m going to go find tony now and sort everything out.”

leaning forward, natahsa presses a kiss to the top of both your heads before swiftly exiting the room, going straight to tony’s lab.

-

in a sick, twisted fortune, your adoptive dad wanted nothing to do with you and was more than happy to give you away.

“she’s your problem now.” he spat out venomously. steve had to physically restrain natasha from jumping him in that moment.

steve was granted temporary guardianship of you, until they figured out who would be your legal guardian. at this point, natasha had come clean about her connection with you. how she had given birth to you while on a long term mission, and how she decided to leave you on a doorstep of an orphanage the day before she had to be extracted by the red room. how she thought about you everyday and she had always second guessed giving you up. but when she was put on another mission and a 3 year old yelena was put in her arms, she was thankful that she had done what she did, especially when they had to forcefully pry yelena away from her once their undercover mission was over.

everyone had tried to convince natasha to talk to you, but while she would never admit it, she was afraid.

while you had struck up a friendship of sorts with natasha the first few weeks of coming over to the tower, your relationship only grew properly when you started to stay there permanently. you were given a week off school to recover and natasha had spent the entire week fussing over you, making sure you healed well.

natasha took you under her wing, and soon you were nicknamed her shadow. because calling you mini nat or mini romanoff hit far too close to home for the older redhead.

so it came as no surprise to anyone (but natasha) when at the 6 month mark of being at the tower, you decided to ask natasha to be your actual legal guardian.

natasha feels her heart soar at the question, her heart warming at your hopeful gaze. she wants to say yes, to wrap you up in a tight hug and pepper the top of your head with kisses.

but she also knows you deserve the truth. so she pushes down the happiness threatening to overflow and instead grabs your hand, pulling you to your room. despite your confusion, you follow her as she guides you to your bed, both of you taking a seat.

“i..” natasha hesitates slightly, not knowing if she was ready for this conversation to happen. she takes a deep breath, as she tries to calm her heart, knowing that she would not forgive herself if she didn’t tell you this. she wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t forgive her either for keeping this a secret for so long.

“thank you malyshka. it means a lot to me that you would choose me as your guardian. but, before i accept i think that there‘s something you should know.” you nod slowly, lips curling into a slight pout as you wonder what was going on.

natasha’s tongue swipes over her dry lips as she gestures to the blanket that sits on your bed. you grab it and look back towards her as you waited.

“do you know how you got this blanket?”

you nod, this blanket was the only thing you had of your biological mother. the orphanage said that it was left with you in the basket. you always struggled with your feelings towards your mother, did she not want you? why were you left there with nothing but a blanket with a set of initials on it and your name written in a cursive loop on a card.

“the initials on them.. N and R, correct?”

your breath hitches as you stare at natasha, your trembling fingers brushing against the initials the same way you do every night you think of her.

“how do you know that?” you breathed out, gaze steady on natasha’s.

“because i was the one who sewed them there.” natasha says softly. but you hear her, and soon you’re on your feet.

“no.” your voice is shaky, eyes filling with tears.

“y/n-“ natasha stands up but you quickly step back, hand still clutching onto your blanket.

“you.. you’re my mother? the mother who left me? and you’ve been here all this time? how long have you known?”

natasha doesn’t answer.

“godamnit natasha, how long have you known?!” you shout, your hand swiping across your eyes harshly.

“since the very first day peter brought you over. the heart shaped birthmark confirmed it for me.”

you chuckle weakly, your legs start moving and soon you’re pacing around the room. you stop suddenly and turn to face natasha. she takes in a shuddering breath, trying not to cry at the look of hurt and betrayal on your face.

“why? i don’t understand, how can you be my mother? my mother didn’t want me, she left me on the doorstep of an orphanage. but you- you’ve been nothing but a mother to me! you were the one that got me a place here and you were the one that patched me up. the one that held me through all my breakdowns and who even started to train me so i could protect myself. how could you be the same person that abandoned me?” you cry out, tears streaming down your face as you look at natasha, trying to understand.

you’d be lying if you said you never thought about her. especially after your adoptive mother passed, you wondered if you’d ever find your biological mom. you were actually considering asking tony if he could help you track her down, if it was even possible. but all this while, she has been right here in this tower you have come to call home.

“i never wanted to leave you malyshka. if i could, i would’ve taken you with me but i couldn’t do it. not when i was going back to the red room.” natasha’s crying now too, her eyes red as tears slipped down her cheeks.

“the red room they, they train little girls to be killers. we kill each other to be the best and i would never have forgiven myself if i handed you over. i missed you everyday malyshka, i thought about you day and night. but i never ever regretted leaving you behind, because i love you too much to put you through what i went through.” natasha risks a step closer to you.

“i’m sorry my little one, i never meant to hurt you. i hope one day you can forgive me for leaving you, but if not that’s okay. i promise that i will do all i can to make it up to you, even if you never want to see me again-”

“no!” you interrupt natasha, a sob clawing its way out of your chest. “please don’t go.”

this time you’re the one to close the distance. you were always slightly shorter for your age, which meant that you were still smaller than natasha. you wrap you arms around her midsection and you bury your face against her shoulder as you start to cry harder. she wraps her arms around you and hugs you close, swaying her body gently in hopes to soothe you.

“i’m.. i’m still mad.” you confess quietly. “i understand why you did it, you just wanted to protect me. but you could’ve still found me- you’re a trained spy. why didn’t you?”

“i still have red in my ledger. i’m a walking target, i have all sorts of people who want me dead. i never wanted to get you entangled in all this.”

you pull away, a new wave of tears threatening to fall at the implications of her words.

“does this mean i have to leave?”

“no!” natasha quickly backtracks, realising how her words got misinterpreted. “no. you don’t have to go anywhere okay? that was what i thought last time. but now..”

natasha raises a hand to cup your cheek softly, fingers wiping away your tears.

“but now i have you back i don’t think i ever want to let you go.”

your lips curl into a shy smile as you reply. “i don’t want to go either.”

natasha leans forward and presses your foreheads together. you let out a shaky breath as your eyes close. the two of you allow the silence to fall over the both of you until you decide to break it.

“i think this means you can’t be my legal guardian anymore.” natasha’s heart sinks into her stomach. her eyes open and she is met with your smile.

“maybe.. maybe you could adopt me? be my mum officially once again?” you continue on, eyes cast downwards shyly. natasha smiles brightly as she leans to press a kiss onto your forehead.

“even without that piece of paper, i have always been and will always be your mama. thank you for trusting me malyshka.”

both of you know that there is still a lot of things to talk about, but for now, you finally have your mama and natasha finally gets the chance to hold and call her baby hers.

you finally found each other.