#sad peter asks him why he isn't funny

[hellphrog]

Just watched the spiderman movie. Miguel is a universe vampire who feasts on anomalies. Yall heard it here first.

[raineydays411]

My Fathers' Daughter pt 13

Hello everyone! Can I just say thank you to everyone for the love and support! Thank you everyone for sticking by me while I took a break. Thank you everyone for the kind messages and ideas. I'm the type of person that needs positive reassurance so really, it's you guys that are the reason I returned to writing.

For the first time in months you felt at peace.

Ironically, it was when you were shoved in a stinky backseat of a dirty taxi. But you were in a stinky taxi with people you truly love.

And Dopinder.

But even he's better than being in that house right now. Anything truly is.

"Hey" A soft voice breaks your thoughts, you turn from where you're looking out the window.

Peter was gazing at you with concern in his eyes. He had his own reservations about coming to get you, that's why Wade had decided to kidnap him. But seeing you, practically throw yourself into him and cry?! He didn't need any more convincing than that.

One thing Y/n Stark does not do is let people see her cry.

"Are you okay?" He asks, knowing that you're not but he knows that you won't tell him if he doesn't ask.

You take a look into his eyes, seeing concern. Then from the corner of your eye you see Wade turn his head an inch, trying to subtly listen in without giving away the fact that he cares about you.

"I'm.." You pause, feeling a knot in your throat, " I'm just really craving a burger."

"What the dick?!" Wade screams from the front, startling all of you in the car, and causing Dopinder to swerve, " We came here for emotional support goddamn it, let us support your emotions!!"

You chuckle at the outburst, mood momentarily lifting, " You can support me by getting me something to eat outside this taxi. It reeks back here...no offense Dopi"

"Non taken Ms. Stark, I am well aware of the unpleasant scents in the back."

Dopinder makes a stop at what looks like a local burger joint in the city , allowing you and Peter to take a breath of fresh air.

Or at least as fresh as Gotham city air could be.

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Back at the Manor, Christine and Bruce are having a long overdue conversation about you and her relationship.

" I just don't understand where everything went so wrong" Christine cried, face held in her hands," I just don't"

"Perhaps when you stopped visiting her when we adopted Dick" Bruce said in a semi sarcastic semi serious voice.

Christine shot a glare to her husband, " I'm glad you find the destruction of my relationship with my daughter funny Bruce, I really do."

Bruce sighs from where he's standing, " I don't find it amusing one bit, but Christine you have to admit this situation is your fault."

"I know it is! Believe me I know" Christine shouts, " These last few months, all I've been reminded is that it's my fault!"

"But where is your accountability?" Bruce asks, " I don't hold what you did against you because it's not my place. The kids don't because quite frankly, this hasn't affected them except for Cassie who thinks you're replacing her, and Damian, who sees you sad and believes Y/n is the sole cause of it."

Christine sighs, the few months you have been in the home, she has noticed Cassie's jealousy towards you and the resentment for the situation. She's done her best to reassure her that she has enough love for the two of you girls, but she still insisted on being as far away from you as possible. Damian...Damian is young and perceptive but difficult so she isn't so worried about him.

"If Y/n just spent time with them--"

"It isn't her responsibility to reassure your children that she isn't taking you away from them. Hell Christine, it isn't her responsibility to make anything easier for you." Bruce says impatiently, " I have been holding my tongue because you're my wife above anything and I am on your side. But being a husband and on your side means that I have a responsibility to tell you when you are wrong."

"Then tell me Bruce, tell me what I'm doing wrong. Please beacause every move I make, I just mess things up." Christine cries, genuienly asking for her husbands help

Bruce looks Christine in the eye, " Well first, you have to stop forcing your motherhood on that poor girl"

He holds a hand up before Christine can say anything, " I know that biologically you are her mother, but you know as well as I do that biological relation has no meaning."

Christine nods, allowing Bruce to continue

"The child you knew is not the young lady you want to get to know." Bruce says sternly, " She has life experiences that you were not a part of, and most of all she's not looking for a mother, Christine she has one. It's just not you."

Christine bursts into tears, the weight of that statement hitting her heart. Bruce gathers her in his arms.

"You need to get to know Y/n not as the child you left behind but as Y/n. That's what all of us need to do."

Christine weeps silently in her husbands chest, truly absorbing his words.

She knows he's right. He usually is.

But it hurts her. She truly has to acknowledge the one thing she has ever been ashamed about. The one thing that she has been repressing and repressing all these years.

That she abandoned you.

She abandoned you. She abandoned you when you were six and she didn't show up to the mothers day dance.

She abandoned you when you were eight and she promise dthat she would take you to get your ears pierced and she didn't show up because of a phone call.

And she abandoned you when you were nine, and she adopted Dick.

"What I don't think I understand is why?" Bruce asked quietly.

All these years, she said it was because she was needed more at the manor rather than in New York. But why did she really?

"Why?" Christine repeats quietly, " I..."

Why did she? What on earth possessed her to do the one thing she promised she'd never do the day you were born.

"I don't know." She says, " I.. spent years, hiding this huge secret from you. Years taking back and forth trips from here to New York, pretending she didn't exist or pretending like you didn't. I just..."

Bruce hums, urging her to continue

" And seeing the disappointment every time I left and didn't take her or disappointment from Tony that I didn't choose them. " She teared up, she hadn't even thought about the pain she put that man through, " Then it was the disappointment from Dick everytime I left. It got too.."

"Too hard." Bruce finished for Christine,

" Yeah," Christine sighed, " I just wanted to stop all the lying and the double lives, but by the time it became too much...it was too deep and I was scared I'd lose it all."

Bruce stayed quiet holding his wife, "I would've hoped that you had enough faith in me to tell me"

Christine scoffed, " Please, do you really believe that at that time you would've forgiven me? Before Damian?"

Bruce sighed, " I guess not."

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As the conversation between Bruce and Christine went on, the kids were having one of their own.

"I don't understand what's so good about her anyway" Cass mumbles, " All she's done since she's been here is cause trouble"

"Yeah like any of us made Ma's life easy since we got here?" Jason spits back defending you, " Dick you didn't even talk to Ma because of your fight with Bruce, I died, Tim didn't even consider her a mother for years, Damian..is damian and hated her for months, plus is a product of Bruce cheating, and you Cass, you almost killed her before you became family."

Everyone stayed silent as Jason basically read them to filth.

"Why?" Damian asks quietly, " Why does everyone like that girl so much?"

"She's just had a hard go of it Damian, just like all of us." Dick said softly, " Think about how you felt when your mother stopped coming around. When you came here and didn't know anyone."

Damian stayed quiet.

"I know you love Mom, I do too" Dick continued, " But the hostility towards Y/n has to end. From all of us."

They stood quiet, letting the words sink in.

"I have been quite pleasant towards her actually" Jason said smugly

"Yeah cause you think with your dick and not your brain" Tim said smartly, only to receive a slap on the back of his head.

"That's my sister you fucking idiot" Jason says angrily.

Dick smiled, glad that at least one person was truly and genuinely on your side in this house, even if it's not him.

" How about we take her out?" Dick says, " Both her and Mom need some space, there's no point in her staying in that room all day and night."

Jason nods," Yeah, that's actually a good idea."

The two oldest sons rise, about to head to you room when Damian speaks up

"You won't find her there."

The boys pause and look at him

"What did you do to her you demon?" Jason says suspiciously

Damian rolls his eyes, " I've done nothing of the sort, but I saw her sneak out and leave in a taxi with an Indian man, a man in a red suit and unfortunate looking face, and a teenager in hello kitty sleeping pants."

Silence.

"Okay, if you're having a stroke please let me know so I can take you to the hospital." Tim said looking concerned.

Damian rolled his eyes again, " She left."

Jason was already barging into your room not even bothering to knock, seeing your room empty and the window open.

"Fuck."

Dick raced in after him seeing the empty room

"Well fuck."

They look at eachother, wondering who was going to tell their mother that you were gone but it was actually Damian that suggested

"Perhaps we should go after her? Mother and Father seemed rather preoccupied at the moment."

Jason looked at Dick and said, " She couldn't have gotten too far."

"Well, it has been a couple hours since she left." Damian adds

"Hours?!" Dick shouts, " Damian why didn't you say anything?"

"I don't like her." Damian rolls his eyes.

"Where's Y/n?" a voice asks

All heads turned to the doorway, seeing their father standing there.

"Um... about that."

"Find her, and you all better hope she's okay."

Everyone scrambled, either to put their suits on or to just make it out of the house.

He said that with his Batman voice.

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Back with you and the red team, as Wade took to calling you all, you all were eating burgers in the parking lot of the now closed burger joint.

" So are you going to tell us what happend or what?" Wade ask with food falling from his stuffed mouth.

You and Peter look on with disgust.

"What?" Wade asks, " Go on and tell us about your mommy issues."

You roll your eyes and look away, missing the look Peter gives to Wade for being to crass.

You get lost in thought, the argument still fresh on your mind.

It made you so angry.

Why? Why did she hide those emails?

The one thing you wanted most in this whole situation was to go home. You missed your father, your mother, the team. Your family.

Instead, she made you believe that your father just forgot about you and your family didn't miss you.

While you knew logically that was impossible, you still stood up late at night because of the doubts creeping in. You cried, longing to hear your father croon rock music while he was tinkering with something, or the soft voice of your mother as she handled some business. You missed the smell of the training room and the sound of Steve teasing whoever he chose to tourture train that day. You missed FRIDAY. The tech. Your life.

"What happened in there" Peter asked softly.

You maintain eye contact with him for about a second before looking away, feeling ashamed with your emotional state.

"I couldn't take it anymore" You said softly, "These people...they weren't... they weren't mean to me or anything but I didn't belong there."

You take a pause then continue, " It's like... I had no purpose there. You know? At home, I help dad with whatever he needs, I helped mom with the business, hell I could just take a step outside. But here? I'm either in my room or being snuck out by Jason for a few hours. I can't go into a room without killing the happy family vibe they have going on. I'm just..."

You choke up, the knot in your throat growing, "I'm just a reminder of the past. Of the life she didn't want."

Peter's eyes soften even more, he reached out a comforting hand.

"I have to be there, while she and her family are happy then I walk in and it's like I'm either a ghost or a pest." You cry tears falling from your eye, " I feel so unwanted. I've never felt this way in my life."

"Didn't your mom abandon you?" Wade asks, getting an elbow to the side by Dopinder.

That comment causes you to cry more, but before Peter can make a move Wade actually pulls you in a hug.

"Alright Alright" Wade says, " Look kid, obviously you're happy there, so how about we go find those asshole that are looking for you and take them out ourselves?"

You sniff and look up at him, " What?"

"Yeah. That's the whole reason you're here. So lets kill those motherfucker and you can go home and forget this shit hole of a city. Seriously it's disgusting here."

You chuckle wetly, " It is gross here. I thought New york was bad"

The four of you laugh, the mood finally lifting.

But good moments never last forever.

Peter's head jerks up, face shifting from amusement to concern

"Guys there's something wro-" Peter gets cut off.

"How about we make it easier for you, now you don't have to look for us." A voice says, you aren't able to see it before you feel Wades body jerk and suddenly there's a pain in your arm.

You look down and see a dart, and you're barely able to make out the blue and red dots on the building across the street before darkness consumes you and you hit the ground.

[randoimago]

Headcanons of Peter B. Parker, Miguel, The Spot, and Hobie have a crush on an oblivious reader?

Crushing on an Oblivious Reader

Fandom: Spiderverse

Character(s): Hobie, Peter B. Parker, Miguel, The Spot

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): God I love the idea of these specific people having a crush on an oblivious reader because I feel like it's just chaos no matter where you look. All of them are v dramatic for different reasons tho

Hobie

Oh he finds your oblivious to be very amusing. At first, he thought you were ignoring his advances to spite him for some reason (which he'd respect it). But then he just realizes that you don't get it.

Honestly, not too surprising you don't pick up on his advances. He doesn't do things the typical way. Flowers? Chocolates? Like hell he'd contribute to capitalism to flirt with you. He also doesn't really flirt with you with the standard "your eyes are pretty" "you look cute today" yeah no. It's definitely "hey, let's go to this protest and shout ACAB at any cops that walk by"

The most "romantic" (he doesn't believe in romance) thing he does is play his guitar for you. Even then it's lots of loud noises but he throws all of his emotions into it so that's something.

Miguel

Considering he doesn't even try to make it obvious that he likes you, it's no wonder you haven't realized. Hardly anyone knows that he's even "flirting" with you (making you 'employee of the month' isn't flirting, it does make Lego Spider-Man suspicious tho).

He's nicer to you than others, but that's something that even he is oblivious to and if Lyla or Peter mentions it then he denies as a defense mechanism. You deny it because you really don't see it.

The funny thing is, Lyla has gone behind his back to send you cute messages and stuff from his email but even those you don't get (and he doesn't know she does it) so now she's getting frustrated on his behalf.

Peter

He is gradually going insane with how you're not picking up on his advances. He's given you flowers, chocolates, he's said really dumb dad jokes to leave a smile on your face. But if anyone mentions your relationship it's always, "Yeah he's a good friend!" and he dies inside.

Has gone to Miles and Gwen for help. He can't believe he resorted to asking teenagers for help hitting on you and he can't believe he's trying to follow their ideas. (he mentioned looking up "how to flirt" and when the word "thicc" left his mouth, it caused an uproar)

Honestly wanted to get the sweatpants out and brood because maybe if he looks like a sad hobo then you'll give him attention. His doctor told him he'd die without your attention so please notice him before he goes bald.

Spot

Does not know how to flirt so your obliviousness is both understandable and killing him because he's trying. He's trying so hard and it's so pathetic. Especially because when he fails with his flirts, the self-consciousness kicks in and then he's just sad.

His words are stutters, he has tried to steal you flowers only for one of his spots to grab a cactus instead (which he ended up pricking himself with and now needs tweezers). Wanted to win you a teddy bear at a carnival cause that's cute, right? But he can't find a damn dimension with a carnival! (unless you count the spider society cause they're a whole circus)

Would probably just end up so dejected because he's tried so hard and has finally chalked it up to you not getting his advances because you don't want to. Why would you even like someone covered in spots like him? You trying to comfort him doesn't really help either. Maybe he'll sadly confess to you, maybe he'll die alone, who knows at this point.

[heich0e]

keigo convinces you to quit your job less than a year into your relationship.

the pay is terrible anyway, and it isn't even a position in the field you'd gone to school to study (not that you'd graduated, but you did always plan on going back some day, if you could.)

but the problem is that your schedule is always the complete opposite of his. you always have to sleep at night (early to bed, early to rise) so that you can wake up at the crack of dawn each morning and commute to your shabby little office on the other side of town. keigo often doesn't get home from patrol until the sun is coming up, meaning that your alarm is set to be ringing just a few moments after his head hits the pillow next to yours--stealing you, and your warmth, and the soft skin of your thighs away from him under the blankets.

it feels like he never gets to see you. never gets to hold you. like you're never there. (you are, but that's not what it feels like to him.)

the first time he makes the suggestion, you think he's joking and you laugh.

keigo's eyes crinkle at the corners as he watches you giggle, his head resting atop your lap on the sofa on a rare evening that finds the two of you both home and snuggled up together in his living room--your living room now too, since you'd finally broken the lease on your apartment that had practically gone uninhabited since you and keigo started seeing each other. he watches you laugh like it's his favourite movie; rapt by every moment of your mirth.

"what's so funny, baby?"

you blink, your laughter petering out slowly like a leaky tap being turned closed.

"i can't quit my job, kei," you whisper, half incredulous and half scandalized at the notion, once you realize he's not making the suggestion in jest.

"why not?" he pouts, rolling onto his side where he rests on your lap and burrowing his face into your sweatshirt over your abdomen.

"it's... my job," you reply dumbly, unsure of how better to defend your point. your fingers thread absentmindedly through his golden hair as he nuzzles further into your tummy.

"you don't need a job," he counters, though the words are muffled. "especially not that one. they're awful to you."

he's not wrong, necessarily. your company is not known for being particularly kind to its employees, nor even for being a desirable place to work. but the salary was mostly liveable and they'd been willing to take you on even with only half a degree under your belt, and you've never taken that for granted.

"of course I need a job," you pinch at keigo's cheek gently, and he turns his face up towards you. his eyes, usually so soft and warm, look pained.

"for what?" he asks, his tone wounded. "what do you need that i can't give you?"

your chest tightens as you take in his sad expression. the jut of his lip, the disappointed crease of his brow.

"i... don't want to be a burden to you, keigo."

something in his gaze shifts, just for a moment. it almost looks like anger, but it's gone too quick to sting--a flame snuffed out before it has the chance to burn you.

keigo's wings twitch beneath him, the feathers bristling.

slowly, he pulls himself upright until he's on his knees beside you on the sofa.

he peers down at you, cupping your cheeks in his large, soft hands.

"you could never,"--he leans down towards you, filling up your field of vision until there's nothing left but him--"ever,"--he uses his hold on your cheeks to keep your your gazes locked, noses brushing gently--"be a burden to me."

keigo's breath is hot on your lips, the pressure of his touch firm, his very nearness intoxicating.

"what's the point of all of this,"--he doesn't pull away to gesture, or even break your gaze, but you know even without any sort of indicator what he's talking about: his apartment, his lifestyle, his status, his wealth--"if i can't share it with you?"

your stomach flips at how desperately he says the words.

"just..." his wispy lashes flutter as he blinks slowly, his tawny honey-hued eyes disappearing for a few torturous moments before meeting yours again. "think about it, yeah? promise?"

you feel yourself nodding, and his grip on your cheeks eases as he grins triumphantly.

keigo kisses you, slow and deep and sweet, maneuvering you onto your back on the sofa underneath him before you can even process it.

"say you promise," he breathes into your open mouth, his tongue chasing in after his words.

you hum, a dizzy, fond sound.

"i promise," you murmur against his eager lips.

he pulls away, his hands slipping up under the hem of your sweatshirt--the Pro-Hero Hawks sweatshirt he loves to see you wear so much--until it rucks up over his wrists as his touch continues to climb.

he smiles again--softer this time, more tranquil--his golden curls a backlit halo around his handsome face as he peers down at you sprawled across the sofa beneath him.

he sighs happily.

"good."

[kairiscorner]

omg I LOVED your Drunk Miguel hcs! Is there any chance of you writing some for the other Spdier people? Especially Spider Noir?

AAAAA SO GLAD TO HEAR THAT ANON ! and ofc, consider it done <333

when drunk noir :>

drunk noir headcanons

ok, the stages in which noir get drunk are: slightly drunk, giggly, undergoing a midlife crisis, lovesick, and sleepy

the slightly sober stage is the stage when noir should really stop drinking. i headcanon that it doesn't take him long to get drunk, like maybe... 3 to 4 shots, and he's entering the slightly drunk stage. he kinda dissociates when he's in this stage, like miguel in the drunk miggy headcanons, he kinda goes quiet and speaks only when spoken to, but it's a whole lotta gibberish that comes out of his mouth instead of coherent words. he'd look like he's staring into space, when actually he's just focusing on how fuzzy the world looks like right now as the liquor is settling in. past this point, you are now entering the harder than manageable peter parker drunk.

his giggly stage is when he's had a couple more than 3 to 4 shots, and he laughs his ass off at the most out of context shit ever. like he sees a little fly on the table and he just chuckles to himself because the liquor is making him think, "oh shit, what a funny fly, it's not purple." and when he's told a joke he laughs THE FUCK out of it, even minutes after the joke was said, he's still laughing about it to the point of tears. if he remembers the joke, he'll laugh about it randomly and not explain at all because he forgets soon after what he was laughing at, like, "wait, haha, why am i, hah, laughing again?" his smile when he's drunk is so fucking precious though

after the laughing fit, he enters the depressing midlife crisis stage. he rambles and mumbles a lot to himself about how shitty his life has been, how he wishes uncle benjamin wasn't... you know, how he really regrets being distant and aloof towards a lot of people he's loved in his life and how he can never catch a break with all the horribleness in his life. he cries during this stage, but it's a quiet kind of crying. like he sniffles a little but when he cries, by default, he isn't loud. he must've learned how to cry without attracting so much attention, because it's only when you pay attention to the right details, his eyes, his nose turning red, his lips quivering, and the small sounds he makes when sobbing that you realize he was crying this whole time.

but after sobbing for a little while, if he's still drinking, his hormones change from the sad and depressing ones to the "i need to be held and to hold someone right now" hormones in the lovesick stage. if you're really close to peter, he'd kinda get a little handsy and talkative, still stuttering gibberish. he'd just go on and on and on about how purple is a pretty color but every color on you is by far the prettiest colors he has ever and will ever witness. he incessantly asks if he can hold your hand or hug you, he just wants to feel your warmth because the alcohol makes him feel colder. when you agree to hug him, omg, you are never going to be let go by him, i swear. like MAN HAS A TIGHT GRIP, EVEN WHEN DRUNK. but he holds you with the intent of making you feel loved, not pained nor burdened, just a gentle reminder he loves you. he gets a little giggly here too, but that's only because he's so happy he's with you right now and you didn't reject him, 'cause if you did, he'd be back in the midlife crisis stage.

and finally, the last stage of them all, when he gets sleepy. nothing much happens in this stage, save for peter just slowly getting tired and just drifting off to sleep, letting the alcohol in his system take him away to dreamland. but his favorite place to sleep is against your shoulder, nothing's more comforting to him than to feel you close next to him as he sleeps, knowing you're there for him for whatever happens while he's knocked out due to his inebriated self.

a/n: sorry i had to give him angst... it's my instinct <:[

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @connors-cumslurper

[pentacentric]

I probably think way too much about how very little Sam knew about Mary. How John and Dean gave him almost nothing, to the point that she wasn't even really like a ghost shadowing his life, more like the story of one overheard in bits and pieces over the years. And yet, his whole life from when he can first remember—every bit of motivation or guilt, every point of pride or shame—is built around his mother, this person he isn't allowed to know.

I've written a lot of bits and pieces about it before, but never a standalone. This is actually an excerpt from a longer story, but I modified it some and I think it works on its own, hopefully (he knows about hunting already but that's really the only canon difference).

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When Sam's in fourth grade, and has to write a page about his favorite memory, he asks for Dean's help. All he can seem to dredge up at the moment is just too weird or too farfetched. Things that say far too much about the way they live for a teacher to read.

So he asks Dean what he would write about.

After some teasing about his best memories being of all the times Sam's embarrassed himself (and a well-aimed pink rubber eraser hitting him between the eyes) Dean quiets down and turns thoughtful.

"Well, I dunno what my most favorite memory would be, really. I guess…" He bites his lip, chews on it for a second, gaze directed absently into the distance. "I think it would prob'ly be my first memories? It musta been, like, when I was three and four maybe. They're…of Mom."

"Oh." Sam's chest gets a little tight. He speaks quietly, cautiously. Dean—Dean and Dad both—they don't talk about her much. Sam's seen her picture, the one that Dad keeps in his journal, a few times, but he knows so little about her. Just that she was pretty (beautiful), with a smile that reminds of him of Dean's and wavy blonde hair. "What was she—what are they like?"

Dean smiles, maybe a little sad, but it's more than that. Warm, wistful; gaze still unfocused and distant. "Mostly…happy. Like…bright. She'd sing to me a lot, and, like, I didn't know the songs back then, but, when I hear 'em now, I can hear her voice singing them. Beatles, Beach Boys, Simon and Garfunkel, um…Peter, Paul, and Mary, maybe…" Dean chuffs out a laugh. "I remember Puff the Magic Dragon, at least…I think I even remember Dad teasin' her about how she better sing me some real music, too, not just sissy crap, but, I dunno, maybe I made that up."

Dean pauses, that bittersweet expression on his face, still, and Sam doesn't want him to get lost in it. He also doesn't want to miss this opportunity, if he can help it.

"I dunno. He'd say somethin' like that." Dean spares him half a smile, still somewhere else in his head. "What…what else do you remember? What'd you guys do together?"

"Well, not a whole lot. I guess mostly just the normal stuff you do with a little kid. Like legos, I remember we'd build castles an' fortresses and stuff. I wanted her to build me a car but we didn't have enough black bricks, so she made me a little boat instead. Dad said it looked like a bathtub." He smiles. "Um, she'd dance with me, sometimes. To the radio. Make lunch—I mostly remember sandwiches and Mac n' Cheese. I'd sit in that little seat in the cart when she went to the grocery store, and she'd ask me what was on the list and I'd pretend I could read it and make up dumb stuff."

The silence is longer this time. Sam breathes out, carefully. "What kinda stuff?"

"I dunno. Just silly things, like 'elephant steaks!' Or 'a unicorn!' Or 'poop n' rhubarb pie!'"

"Gross." Sam wrinkles his nose.

Dean grins at that. "I think you're, like, the only kid ever who never found poop and fart jokes funny."

"'Cause they're not."

When Dean laughs, muttering little weirdo, Sam looks around for something harmless to throw at him, pouts.

"Don't worry, Sammy, if anyone wonders why you're so weird I'll just tell them it's 'cause you still poop your pants, and you're kinda sensitive about it an' all."

"Dean."

Sam decides that his pencil is perfectly fine to throw after all and, as a concession, doesn't aim it at his head. Dean grins, not seeming too annoyed by the assault, so Sam decides to push his luck.

"Did Mom think it was funny? Your lists?"

Dean's melancholy little smile is back. "Yeah…yeah, I think she did. She'd always laugh, anyways. An' she had the best laugh. I'd make up stuff that just got more and more ridiculous just so I could keep watchin' her laugh." He sighs, shrugs. "Anyways, yeah…that's Mom. That's what I remember."

It gets quiet after that, and Sam can see Dean's face starting to shutter over as he withdraws. It's rare for Sam to get to see his brother so open and unguarded any more. Over the last few years, Dean's started to change; Sam can tell. Still fun, still charming, still affectionate, at least with Sam (mostly when there's no one else around to catch him being so uncool). But, even though they're not always alike—Dean doesn't usually brood, rarely explodes, and he never gets that kind of burning cold John does when he's focused on something—sometimes now he kinda reminds Sam of Dad. He's been more closed off, the way Dad can be, his deeper emotions pushed farther away, out of Sam's reach. Doesn't show when things get to him, like he used to.

It's actually kind of lonely, sometimes.

"So, what are you gonna write about, Sammy?"

When Sam shrugs, Dean suggests the time they ran out of gas on a back road in central Florida. They'd only walked two miles before an Oscar Myer Wienermobile came barreling down the road, seemingly out of nowhere, and gave them a lift to and from the closest gas station (still a good eight miles away). Sam counters with the night in Montana that Dad got so drunk he started fighting with the motel owner about yetis (Dad coming down hard on the side of 'hoax'). They ended up getting kicked out at two am after Dad had cut down the guy’s “Bigfoot Crossing” sign with an axe. They toss back and forth increasingly ridiculous ideas until they're both laughing so hard they're in literal tears. When John comes back, they can't even stop long enough to answer what's so funny. Dad just smiles, bemused and fond, and shakes his head before heading off to shower.

Sam thinks maybe he can add this afternoon to his Good Memories pile.

In the end, he waits until that evening, before bed, and easily fills up a page-and-a-half about the time, last summer, when Dad was on a hunt out west and he and Dean had spent all afternoon exploring tidal pools in Yaquina Head, Oregon, marveling at the tiny little aquatic worlds they found. He invents an older teenage cousin that tagged along so the teacher won't question why two young kids spent the day alone in a national park.

He gets an A.

From then on, Sam keeps his eyes out in thrift stores for cassettes from the bands Dean mentioned; pockets them when he can to listen to later on the beat-up Walkman knock-off Dean stole for him for his sixth birthday. He likes a lot of it, but he's careful about what he keeps; only his favorites. He stashes them in the bottom of his school bag, in the hollowed-out book that Bobby showed him how to make last year, on a rainy day when Sam got bored with watching old Westerns.

For some reason, he doesn't want Dean to know about them. Doesn't want him to feel like Sam's trying to take something away from him. So he slips them in when he's sitting in the back of the Impala alone, on long trips, and closes his eyes. Lets the albums pour into his ears over the headphones; shuts the rest of the world out. Sgt Pepper's. Pet Sounds. Bookends. He tries to imagine his mom, Mary, singing the songs to him, in a sunny kitchen.

But he can never really pull together a complete image of her; just bits and pieces, blurred-together impressions: yellow hair, the smiling face from the picture (looking kind of flat, like a mask), a flowered dress he'd seen in a shop window. And he doesn't know what her voice sounded like, so it kind of just ends up being a composite of the voices of some of his favorite teachers (along with the mother of a classmate back in Indiana who drove him home once when she spotted him waiting for the rain to stop under the playground slide).

So he gives up on trying to picture her, and, instead, just tries to sink into the music, sees if he can feel what she was feeling when she listened to it. Imagines the conversations they might have: which songs would be her favorites, why she would have liked them, where she was the first time she heard them playing.

When he hears those songs on the radio now, or over the speakers in a restaurant, it makes him feel kind of happy and sad at the same time.

They remind him of her.

(Except for America—for some reason, that one makes him think of Dean.)

[faithrainee]

It hurts me so bad to think about Peter B Parker's story. This man lost his parents either at a young age or at an age he could somewhat remember them. Which in itself is traumatic, and painful, and changes a person for the rest of their life. How many birthdays did he go without having his parents with him? How many school events did he have no parent to take with him? "Take your dad to school day" isn't the same when your uncle, who you do love dearly, is the only masculine figure you can take to school. I can't imagine the looks, the conversations with teachers, the, "Is that your grandpa, bud?" questions that he probably was asked for years.

Then he loses his uncle. In ATSV we see its probably a sudden thing. Probably an accident or a crime being committed against him. Something along those lines. No one deserves that. How painful must it be to say you're the man of the house, the only man in the house, at 14, 15, 16+ years of age?

He becomes Spiderman. Its probably amazing, probably freeing and thrilling and- it's probably traumatic, let's be honest here. This is New York, I can only imagine the crimes he witnesses very young, if he got bit young like Miles. But even if he got bit as an older teen like some of the other spidermen, its still trauma. Getting hurt, seeing people die, being practically in charge of saving people. It takes a toll on you.

And then his aunt dies. And in ITSV his reaction to Aunt May's house hurts. He didn't want to even ring the doorbell. Why would he? She's gone. He doesn't want to see his dead aunt now alive, its not even his aunt. It's an interesting parallel to Miles seeing living Uncle Aaron. Miles hugs him and is shocked, rightfully so, but Peter doesn't react that way and its interesting to me.

And Peter has no one. He's actually alone. Besides MJ, and for a while I'm sure its okay. Until they divorce. He seems terrified of settling down, of having kids, of having people to take care of. Because realize, he had so many people that he likely feels he failed. They're gone because he couldn't save them. Why would he want kids? Why would he want to risk losing them? I saw someone post about how in ATSV Peter keeps Mayday close to him even in fights because he doesn't want to lose her. And I agree.

Peter is a clingy person, we see it with Miles. At the beginning of ITSV, Peter wants nothing to do with Miles, he wants to get back home and sulk and cry and be comfortable in his sadness.

And sure, comfort is nice, but he realizes caring for others feels so good. Loving others feels amazing. Being loved feels so warm. Being proud of others, being supported by others, being wanted and needed by others is the best feeling. It's uncomfortable, being so loved because he's afraid of losing it all. And after seeing Miguel lose his daughter, its likely worse. And after Miles feels betrayed by him for not visiting, for giving away his location, for planning not to tell him about his father's death, it's likely more worse.

He does not want to lose people again. He's happy and flippant and jokes around so much its funny on screen, but goddamnit is this man so full of hurt. He loves people so much, you can see it on screen. The way he teaches Miles in ITSV. The way he touches the people he loves, hugging Gwen and Miles close to show them pictures of his baby, holding Mayday close when he's feeling vulnerable, patting Miguel's shoulder to get him to loosen up, standing close to Miles trying to talk him down- he loves people and he loves them so big and he's just so scared to lose them.

[shayyprasad]

i love you peter b. parker | peter parker

pure angst. that's it lololol

summary: you knew you wouldn't be around forever, and you wanted to leave a piece of you behind for him.

i had this idea in mind for some time but i'm only now just writing it but fr i legit almost cried writing this

we love delulu peter

tw: sad peter

angst (for me) isn't easy to write, but i tried my best here. did you like it???

he knew you were sick, he knew you would leave. but it never really hit him that you would be gone someday, that is, until you were gone. terminal kidney disease wasn't fun, and it most definitely wasn't easy. it didn't matter though, because as long as you had peter by your side, you were sure that nothing would go wrong. that you'd be able to fight through it, because the love of your life was fighting alongside you.

peter was always used to saving everyone, so he felt so utterly useless when he found out. he tried to make you as happy as possible, and to help you do everything that you wanted to do most, and make the most of the time you had left.

he remembered the day he asked you out, and you warned him about the sickness, that you wouldn't be here forever, and that one day, he would have to leave you. no, that you would have to leave him.

but peter being peter hadn't thought that far into the future. he was only 16. he didn't know that he'd grow so attached to you, that you become the one for him.

no. that thought had never occurred.

you had passed in your sleep, at least, age 19. it pained him so much to think about everything you had in store for you.

everything we had.

a life, a future, just waiting.

for all he knew, you were his life. you were his future. so how would he go on? how would he do anything without you? especially when you were his everything?

peter stood next to his aunt, clad in all black, watching your mother scream and cry into your father's shoulder, repeatedly begging for you to come back. he watched her lean down next to the coffin and kiss your hair, whispering sweet nothings. the boy wasn't sure if he'd be able to look at you, to say his goodbyes. because it didn't feel real to him. you couldn't be gone. how could you be gone?

"go, peter," aunt may whispered. "you'll regret it if you don't," her voice was fragile, and he could her the pain in her voice.

"no, no, no, i-i can't-"

"you'll regret it if you don't," she repeated.

so with shaky hands and a heavy heart, he walked over to the black box. there you laid, and he tried to convince himself that you were sleeping.

just sleeping.

he got down on his knees and and looked at you. your hair was perfectly laid out, nails freshly painted. the smallest bit of makeup was on you, but you were a deathly pale. your eyes were closed, but he'd give anything to see those gorgeous hues again, lit up by the liveliness behind them.

"hi, angel," he whispered softly, a strangled sob rising up his throat. "your mom is crying. you should wake up now. didn't we talk about getting more sleep at night? so you wouldn't fall asleep all the time during the day?"

peter chuckled quietly. "baby, i remember that time you fell asleep in mr. nester's class. and you snored? it was so cute. and funny. but mostly cute. they're soft and quiet, but if you're listening, you can hear it. your snores are adorable, you know that? it's hilarious because you always say you don't, y/n, but you do. always. yeah. you always snore. why- why aren't you right now? y-y/n?" he asked, panic creeping in through his words. "why aren't you?"

"y/n? y/n? angel? b-baby, wake up, wake up, it isn't funny anymore, stop it, j-just wake up now, please. please!" he was shaking you now, making the coffin rattle. "aunt may? s-she won't wake up! may! please, wake her up... she- she isn't..." he went off again, murmuring things to himself, all incoherent. "i love you! i lo-love you, y/n!"

they had to drag him away.

months later, he wasn't any better. he could hear aunt may at night sometimes, talking on the phone.

"it wasn't like this with ben," a pause, "no, dr. winston," another pause, "he talks to himself. stays up all night. talks to himself, dr., and not even in the way you might see a little kid doing... no... y-... he always looks scared," peter stopped paying attention at that point. "yes, thursday is fine. thank you."

no, he thought angrily, he didn't need a doctor. not some psychiatrists or psychologists. he needed you. but when he closed his eyes and saw may's pained face, he thought that he'd give it a try. for her. for you, right?

then, it had been a year. he was doing a little better, but barely. peter ate more. slept more. had less nightmares.

but he still didn't have you.

some nights he would stand on the top of his apartment building, right on the ledge, and debate ending it all. that way, he could be with you. and then he remembered may. and ned. and mj. how they'd already lost you, and how they didn't need more grief. those nights he'd go back into his flat and lock himself in his room, crying the rest of the night.

another year passed, and he stood in front of your house. your parents were finally cleaning out your old room, and they'd asked him to come over and see if there was anything he'd wanted. they let him in, giving hugs and greetings. peter trudged up the stairs and into your room. he closed his eyes and inhaled, remembering your loving scent.

but he didn't cry. he'd already done that. peter had no tears left. he was empty. numb.

as he analyzed the room, he saw many boxes, and noted that the bed was gone. some frames were still up, and many decorations were removed. on the dresser there was a photo of you and peter. your head was thrown up as you laughed, and peter was staring lovingly at you. it was a picture that neither of you knew was taken, but when you saw it, it became your favorite.

he'd told a lame joke, and you'd laughed. no one else laughed at his jokes, which was one of the reasons he fell in love with you. here, you were at the carnival with peter, ned, and mj. it was a blurry, side-angle picture, slightly grainy as the lighting was terrible. ned had taken it, and while it wasn't the greatest quality, you had adored it, repeatedly thanking him.

peter sat down and pulled the nearest box closer to him, taking out the first item he grabbed. a purple... journal? there was "to peter parker, the love of my life" written on the front cover in sharpie.

your handwriting.

your. handwriting.

he carefully flipped to the front page.

never mind. he did have tears left to cry.

entry 1:

okay, yes, i know, this is silly. and i doubt you'll ever have to read this, but if you are, it means i'm not here anymore, or that you're going through my stuff again without my permission. in which case, put this down.

he felt tears cascade down his cheek, and he sniffled softly.

peter b. parker, i love you. i have loved you since the day that you bought me that coke when i was a quarter short. luckily, you loved me, too, and now we're together. i wanted to do this because i know i won't be around forever. and before i die (if i do) i want to give you a piece of me, and this is how i'll do it.

i love you, peter b. parker.

he flipped to the next page.

entry 2:

in a world of endemic sickness, where cruelty is the cause and love the antidote, the patients declare themselves doctors and seal the fate of the world.

i love you, peter b. parker.

so he kept reading.

entry 6:

because your love is so whole, my missing pieces appear. because your touch carries such passion, what was scarred becomes soft once more. because you are steady and patient, my open wounds have time to seal and vanish.

perhaps that is why they say love is such magic, this gift from the universe, this sweet addiction to the man i was born to find. for with my twin soul, the only other born in the same flame as i, we are able to bathe one other in warmth and light as easily as we breathe, immune and oblivious to darkness.

i love you, peter b. parker.

entry 14:

i love you like you're the last of my kind. it is as if you speak the same language as i, yet no other is able. to be around you is like finally not being alone - as if all my life i've been isolated, in a windowless room, in a doorless room...

and then suddenly you walk in as if strolling over a summer meadow. how is that you are so much more than sunshine? how is it you breathe life when no other can? why is it you are my medicine? who could love me more than you? so, my love, know this - while i breathe i am yours in mind, body and soul.

i love you, peter b. parker.

entry 27:

you said that meeting me wasn't like a new song, but like opening a book and finding a language you'd never seen before. i want you know that i feel the same way. your love is something beautiful; meeting you is like meeting an enigma.

i don't know how you exist in this world yet you do. so let me tell you now - i will always love you in mind, body and soul. you are the trap i've been wanting to fall into my whole life; liberty from you would simply be an infinite prison. i am the softness you seek and you are the cradle for my head and heart.

i love you, peter b. parker.

entry 42:

love quotes inspire, golden strands of truth in an age of cynicism. yet for me they can never adequately capture the strands of emotion that tumble through the air whenever my my heart turns to you.

love after all transcends time, distance and even mortality. love is the greatest wonder of our age, weightless and invisible as it is. the wordsmith brings a beauty to the love, elevates it yet sometimes this very pedestal brings us to romantic notions too heady for ordinary life.

i love you like the nascent leaves of spring love warmth; i love you like the ancients loved the night sky; i love you like a cool draught of water on a summers day. love cannot be fireworks for an entire lifetime, though we've had our share. love must flow quietly, peacefully, always remaining strong.

love is nothing like finance, we don't give a certain amount to get something back; we simply give. love doesn't lead us to chide or sulk when we feel the lack of it from our partner. it shows us how to bring life and fire back to their soul, to love them back to their true selves and wellness. so, do i adore quotations of love? i do; but for me love is more... it is the greatest power we can ever know. anything else is a cruel and empty distraction.

i love you, peter b. parker.

he let himself get lost in your words, in your love, paying no attention to anything else.

entry 136:

if any one moment in time anchored my soul, creating a tether to this plane of reality, it was the moment i fell in love with you. i realized that i had a protector born of pure love and how could i not love that? how could i not love all that you are? you are the rope and knot to this vessel now in safe mooring. for that, i will forever be yours. in these words i hope you find your truth.

i love you, peter b. parker.

entry 200:

i love you, peter b. parker.

and that was the last page. he took two things home that day. the photo and the journal.

"i love you, too, angel," he whispered on his way back home, to no one really. maybe to the wind, but either way, he knew you heard it.

[evilwickedme]

Idk if you have been asked this before, but what ur ur opinions in spideypool? I love the ship, but I hate how utterly hard it is to get a good comic out of them it's so sad

I think the reason I haven't been asked this before is because nobody really thinks to ask someome who writes spideypool fic what they think about the ship, but that's actually a really good question!

I love spideypool. I've been a spideypool shipper for about as long as I've been into marvel comics, since Deadpool was one of the first comics I picked up way back when in 2015. At the time it was pretty much omnipresent in the fandom, and for good reason - Deadpool's crush on Spidey is and was literally canon, or at least as much canon as it can be when it's played for laughs, and there's a lot of charm to their interactions.

To me, the appeal lies in the way they affect each other. Deadpool's got this whole hero worship mixed with actual attraction thing going on on his end, and Spidey has this whole "this is the most annoying man on the planet and possibly in the multiverse but also he's like pretty funny and our fight styles blend well" thing going on on the other end. A high quality longfic for these two will go into issues of morality and find where either of them need to or choose to change for each other, for better or for worse, and can easily include a heavy bit of angst regarding Wade's chronic pain and mental health issues or Peter's anger issues and monetary problems. A high quality pwp for these two will be very funny. These are both things I find incredibly appealing in my ships.

Also, visually, they really do fit together. Afaik, Deadpool's outfit was designed mostly to parody Deathstroke, but there's some Spider-Man in there anyway, and they look all matchy-match.

So why is it so hard to write a good teamup comic for them? Um... I'm not so sure that it is? Like I think that Deadpool annual from 2013 or 2014 where he and Spidey end up switching costumes is so fun and shows some of Wade's tendencies to mix hero worship and attraction really well, and a lot of their other early interactions are short but memorable. I think the issues of Daniel Way's run of Deadpool where Wade and Peter team up are some of the only actually good issues in the whole run, because Daniel Way actually wrote some themes and ideas into there and then didn't drop the ball immediately! He dropped the ball later, but not immediately, which is rare for him.

The main Spider-Man/Deadpool teamup comic seems to have mixed reviews. I haven't read through the whole thing yet, but like, I think it's fine? It certainly isn't outright bad, and it has some fun moments. I think the main problem with it is that it was created for and aimed at people who were fans of the ship, and then didn't really look beyond surface level into why people like the ship. Like I said, spideypool is at its best when it struggles with issues of morality and has some give and take, where both sides learn from the other. The team up comic is more like... Deadpool is bad cause he kills, but he wants to prove to Spidey that he's a good person! And then he tries to prove that by killing Peter Parker, who he thinks is evil (the team up comic started in a weird time in spidey's continuity where he was running a fortune 500 company, it's a whole thing)!

It's a lot of hijinks and shenanigans that I don't mind in fic, but prefer in smaller doses and one off team up comics. If I'm reading an ongoing, I'm going to want it to like... Be about something. At some point. A static character for a mainstay title is fine, but for the most part I want these characters to do something together beyond coexist. I think the best moment in the volumes of Spider-Man/Deadpool that I did read is the one where Wade introduces Spidey to Ellie Camacho, his daughter, because it forced Peter to reevaluate how he sees Wade. But then the itsy bitsy storyline happens, and it's such a shallow understanding of what makes Peter a good hero and what makes Wade ... Uh, Wade, and I think it just makes for mediocre storytelling.

I don't know I guess the problem is when we only had the one offs, we had a taste of something great, but when we got it in longform we realized the first bite was great, but the whole thing was a little stale.

I could write it real good tho, in case you're wondering. Marvel don't lose hope you can still hire me marvel I know you're reading this mARVEL

[mysterious-ocarina]

Paper Meadows

Peter Maximoff x reader (slight enemies to lovers)

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(2.2k words)

You've been at the mansion for a while now. your parents sent you away when your powers first showed up. You have Florakinesis which means you could grow and manipulate plants and flowers with just your mind. You thought your parents would be happy because your family owned a flower shop, but they considered it to be unnatural and sent you off to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

You met so many people who were mutants like you. You enjoyed meeting new people at the mansion because everyone was special in their own ways. You became a tour guide/mentor  and friendly face for when new students came in. The professor thought that your kind demeanor and your love for the school would make you perfect to help new kids navigate this new experience and home.

There was only one downside to living at the mansion. Peter Maximoff. The resident speedster of the house.

When you first moved to the mansion, he never bothered you. But soon you became friends with Jean and Jubilee and got into their friend group meeting Scott, Kurt, and eventually Peter. 

He seemed cool at first. You noticed you like the same music, he was very funny to be around, and he was charmingly cute. After a while, though, he seemed to take pleasure in your torment. 

It started slowly and snowballed. At first he would just speed past you, knocking your books out of your hands “accidently”. It then progressed to him teasing you all the time. Taking the last piece of food he doesn't even like just because it's your favorite at meal times. Talking to you in class when you're trying to pay attention. Stealing little things of yours until you found out and yelled at him to give it back. He always gave your stuff back once you asked for it.

He was never being particularly mean or rude. He was just very annoying and slightly inconveniencing you all the time. This didn't stop you from falling for him though, which only made everything even more annoying.

It was a beautiful day out so you were outside under a tree studying with Jean and Jubilee.

"What's happening over here?" a gust of wind said. You rolled your eyes as you lost the page you were reading.

"Attempting to study. Do you even know what that is?" you replied without looking up. Jean and Jubilee giggled at your remark. 

"I actually do. I study pretty frequently. I have to keep good grades to stay on the X-Men so I use my superspeed to get my studying done faster," Peter bragged rapidly.

Powers were a touchy subject because you hated yours. You felt like your powers weren’t useful like super-speed, telekinesis, or teleportation. There was a reason you weren’t a part of the X-Men.

You noticed Jean frown as she heard this thought. She stayed quiet though, because she knew of your insecurity in your mutant powers and how you didn’t like talking about it. You don't know if Peter knew about these insecurities but you hoped not because he would just use it against you. He already bragged about himself so much, you didn’t need him teasing you on top of that. 

"Well some of us can't use our powers to make our lives easier," you said before you got up and stormed off in the direction of the mansion.

You didn't mean to let that slip but it just bubbled out of you without thinking. Usually you kept your cool about that kind of stuff. Only Jean and Jubilee knew of these thoughts of yours. How could they not? They were your best friends and were always there to make you feel better when you were sad.

"Why is she mad? What did I say? She's never snapped at me like that," Peter asked the two girls, who were still sitting.

"She isn't the biggest fan of her powers," Jean supplied.

At the confused gaze of Peter, Jubilee clarified, "You can use your powers to do all kinds of stuff while she makes flowers. She doesn't think her powers are as useful as other's are. She’s very insecure about it."

"But I love her powers! They're so pretty," Peter replied. He had a lovesick look on his face that the girls often saw when Peter discussed you. "I'm going to go find her!"

At this, Jean jumped up, "That's not a good... and he's gone."

You made your way out back to the greenhouse. It never fails to help calm you down to be around the various plants and flowers there. There was a knock on the door and then it was pushed open. 

"I can hear your thoughts from the kitchen, y/n," the professor offered as a greeting, with a kind smile. He was always there when you felt bad about your powers. He always reminded you of how special each person at the mansion really is.

"Sorry Professor," you supplied kind of quietly. You didn't really feel like talking but you knew with the professor around, it wouldn't take long for you to open up. (ive always imagine charles as kind of fatherly and always giving the best advice)

"Do you know why I picked you to help new students?" he asked you.

You shrugged, " 'Cause I'm nice."

"When you came to the mansion, I always noticed how sweet you were to the little kids. Very motherly, if you ask me," he told you.

You never noticed that. You just knew that you often hung out with the little kids because you knew they didn't have much family and that kids deserve someone like that.

You would read to them, help them with their homework, or give them flowers when you saw them around the mansion. It made you happy to watch them brighten up. You smiled thinking about some of the kids you help.

"I picked you because you have no problem making everyone feel special. These new kids we bring in, they feel lost and alone. You help remind them that they are never alone at this mansion and that they deserved to be loved," he smiled at you.

You started to tear up at his kind words but you wiped them away, "Thanks professor, but what does that have to do with what I’m feeling right now?"

The professor smiled at your cluelessness, "If you think all those kids are special, then why don't you think you're special too?"

You simply stared, not knowing how to reply. He must have heard your thoughts, your gratitude, because he put his hand on your shoulder before wheeling out. 

You felt a bit better after that so you left the greenhouse and made your way to the kitchen. As you opened up a snack, a wind blew past you and stole your food out of your hands. Standing in front of you was a smiling Peter, eating your food.

"Leave me alone Peter. I'm not in the mood," you sighed, trying to reach for your snack. He just held it over your head and smiled.

"Why did you run off on me, doll?" he asked. The nickname made you blush but the question made you even more mad because there was no way you were going to discuss your insecurities with Peter. You weren't in the mood for his teasing. 

"Just leave me alone, Peter," you seethed, walking off towards your room.

Peter stood dumbfounded, not knowing how to get you to talk to him. He sulked all the way to the couch that all his friends were on.

"What's got you all sad?" Scott asked with a smile, thoroughly amused.

"Y/n refuses to talk to him," Jubilee teased. Peter only groaned.

"Just give her a little space today and try talking to her tomorrow," Jean offered, being able to hear Peter's inner turmoil.

"I need to do something to make her happy, get me on her good side," Peter exclaimed. He got on his knees in front of Jubilee, begging, "What's her favorite candy?"

"It's going to take a lot more than stolen candy to make her like you, Peter," Jean sighed. This wasn't the first time Peter has tried this. "You should do something creative and specific for her."

“Well what the hell do I do?” Peter asked. He’s never tried to really impress a girl so he was pretty clueless. “Something flower based would be romantic.”

“I hafe an idea, I can help you,” Kurt offered. So the group of friends got to work, helping Peter get in your good graces. (i have no clue how to write Kurt's accent lmaoo)

You woke up feeling better than the day before. Your insecurities about your powers weren't anything new, just some days including yesterday, felt worse than others. You just wanted to avoid Peter as much as possible today.

Jubilee found you in the hallway and you guys hung out for most of the day. Surprisingly, you didn't see Peter all day. You had mixed feelings about this. On one hand, he wasn't pissing you off. But on the other hand, you missed his contagious smile.

"Let's go watch a movie in your room, I rented a new VHS we can watch," Jubilee said. You were suspicious of her because she wasn't really the type to watch a lot of movies, but you thought nothing of it. Once you guys made it to your room, she stopped, "It's in my room I'll go get it, just make sure to set up your tv."

Once you opened the door to your room, a certain speedster was standing there.

"What are you doing here?" you questioned. You had a feeling that Jubilee wasn't going to be coming back and that there was no new VHS.

"Well I had help from our friends. Jean let me in while Jubilee distracted you so I could set up," he blushed.

"Set up what?" you asked him suspiciously. You were quite alarmed to have him in your room.

"Well, after I hurt your feelings, I wanted to make it up to you. It was Kurt’s idea to do this because I’m not creative at all. I’ve never tried to impress a pretty girl before. Did you know that Kurt is really good at origami? Also it turns out that I'm not good at it, at all. I spent all night trying to make them perfect," Peter rambled on.

"Peter," you cut him off, blushing when he called you pretty. "What are you talking about?"

He couldn't seem to speak so he simply moved out of the way and pointed to your bed.

On top of your dark green bed set, was an array of cute origami flowers. They ranged in size, color, and type. Some were more messy looking than others, but you could tell all of them were still made very carefully. There were even a couple of folded butterflies added to the mix. Your bed looked like a beautiful meadow. You could feel yourself starting to tear up at the kind gesture.

"You spent all night making these?" you questioned. You got closer so that you could look at all of them. There had to be at least 40 pieces.

“Yeah, I have the papercuts to prove it as well as a trash can filled with the ones that looked the worst,” he tried to joke. You could tell he was nervous of your reaction. “The girls explained that I made you feel bad about your powers so I wanted to show you how beautiful I actually think it is.”

“You think my powers are beautiful?” you questioned with a teary- eyed smile, looking back at him.

At this he stepped closer to you, nervously brushing a tear away, “Almost as beautiful as I think you are.”

Your face heated up so hot, you were sure Peter could feel it. You didn’t know how to thank him so you simply leaned close to his face. You heard Peter’s breath hitch so you leaned all the way in.

This was probably the best kiss you’ve ever had. It had fireworks bursting in you, butterflies scurrying around, but most importantly, it had flowers blooming all over the both of you and your room.

When you separated from the kiss, you guys just stared at each other smiling. “Thank you, Peter”

“Anything for you, ma fleur,” you blushed at the nickname, but giggled at his poorly done French accent. He smiled so bright at hearing you laugh, proud of himself.

You looked at your room, only just now noticing the mess of flowers and vines that you created, “Oh wow, I didn’t realize I did that.”

“I’m glad to have that effect on you,” Peter exclaimed, quite smug. You just laughed and punched his shoulder sofly. 

“You know, Speedy, you owe me so much for all the times you pissed me off to get my attention,” you smirked at him.

He just smiled with a lovestruck face and replied, “I can’t wait to make it up to you, forever.”

[reidslovely]

in my hc Mile’s is still Frat!Peter’s freshie but Miles also being super nerdy/brainy skipped a grade and got into college early, so he’s like 16/17 and that’s why he latches onto Peter like a little puppy lol and Peter was also the only one who really vouched for him and was willing to take him under his wing because everybody else definitely thought Miles was too young for Greek life. He’s definitely the baby of the group. And now Pete and his girlfriend have a permanent third wheel when they go on dates and she teases the both of them about it but secretly doesn’t mind (most of the time)

Stop because you're making good points on all fronts of this. I totally agree with you on Miles third wheeling on the dates. You know that TikTok trend that's like 'I'm not the third wheel im their child' and has that like "mama y papa..mama y papa?" sound. That's Miles. In fact Miles has posted that very TikTok multiple times of you and Peter taking him places with you guys. Peter's girlfriend goes as far as calling Miles their 'first born' or their child they didn't have to raise. But Miles always tags along on the fun dates: movie theater?? Miles was there. a trip to the amusement park??? Peter was buying miles a ticket before he could even ask to go.

But this third wheeling isn't all bad no matter how much you tease, the kid is fucking funny. Peter even helps Miles get his own dates and then the third wheeling turns into double dating. He does get sad when his freshie decides that he doesn't need to go your guys' dates anymore. Which is when the double dating becomes more prevalent and you can't complain. Your boyfriend and Miles are basically brothers and a packaged deal at this point. And honestly it makes you a little emotional because you're watching him come into his own person.

Also Peter totally vouched to get Miles in. Peter is probably the reason Miles even rushed in the first place. He met him walking around the science building and they talked and Peter mentioned first rounds of rush were tonight and that night Miles comes bumbling in through the doors of Theta Tau asking for "the Parker guy."

Peter got all the other brothers to stop referring to Miles as 'little boy' in a matter of days and a few threats of physical violence.

I also head canon that Miles and Frat!Harry are both Frat!Peter's best men because how could he pick between the two??

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Dog Days - Sirius Black X GN Reader

Title: Dog Days

Sirius Black X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Remus (Mentioned), Peter (Mentioned), James (Mentioned), Lily (Mentioned), Harry (Mentioned), Weasleys' (Mentioned), Voldemort (Mentioned), Dumbledore (Mentioned), and Harry's Aunt and Uncle (Mentioned)

Requested

WC: 3,608

Warnings: Mentions of Voldie, Mentions of death, Mentions of murder, brief suggestiveness, medium level angst, and some sad feels

Y/N hummed as they swept their kitchen floor, softly dancing to the song that was playing on the radio. The lyrics were something about someone who had lost their lover and was trying to move on by singing. It made Y/N sad, but they couldn't help it. They loved this song. They'd heard it the first time when they first started working at the Ministry of Magic. The song reminded them of their past, at their time at Hogwarts.

Y/N was completely in love with Sirius Black, and he was in love with them. They had met on the train to Hogwarts in their first year. Automatically becoming good friends with each other and the other Marauders. Together, the first few years at Hogwarts flew by fast, with studying nights, trips to Hogsmeade, and so on. It was at the end of the third year that both Sirius and Y/N confessed their love for each other.

That next year, Sirius asked them to the Yule Ball, and obviously, they said yes. Why wouldn't they? Before their confessions, Y/N thought Sirius was just another playboy with a hidden soft side that only he showed them, most of that was true. He was a playboy of sorts, but he always had his sights set on Y/N since the beginning. He never thought they would go for a guy like him. He was a playboy for crying out loud! He went out with a different girl almost every week. He knew about his reputation.

It took a lot of willpower and a lot of convincing on James, Remus, and Peter's part, but Sirius finally confessed to Y/N at the Astronomy Tower. Heart beating fast and hands sweating, he poured his heart out to them. Y/N couldn't believe their ears. Sirius? In love with them? Since the second year? Impossible! It's got to be a prank. But, it wasn't. He assured them. Y/N still didn't know what to think.

~~~

"I'm sorry," Sirius whispered. "But I've fallen in love with you. And, was wondering if you want to go out with me?"

Y/N looked up at Sirius, eyes wide. "What?"

"You're beautiful, smart, funny, and everything I could ever want. You have no idea how long I've wanted to tell you this. Ever since our second year on the train."

Y/N felt like a fish out of water. "Are you serious?"

"I am Sirius." He tried to joke, but Y/N joking glared and gently slapped his arm.

"I'm serious." They tried but Sirius chuckled awkwardly.

"No, I'm Sirius." He insisted.

Y/N sighed and tried to leave, but Sirius quickly took their hands in his, pulling them back.

"Okay, I'm sorry. But, I am serious, Y/N." He spoke softly, face red.

Y/N pulled away from him, unsure if they should laugh or cry. "Well, I don't know what to say."

"Say you'll go to the ball with me next year?"

"Why do you want me to go with you?"

"Because I want you there. With me. As my date. Hopefully, as my partner."

Y/N laughed and shook their head. "Sorry, Sirius, but I can't."

"Why not?"

"I don't really believe you. How do I know this isn't some prank by you and James?" Y/N asked and Sirius shook his head repeatedly.

"No, it's not. I swear."

"Then why did you ask me to go with you? And, on top of that say that you love me?"

"Because I want to spend time with you. To get to know you better. I am telling you the truth that I truly love you, Y/N. I solemnly swear."

Y/N stayed silent for a moment, thinking. Sirius bit his lip, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Trying to confess to you and all I get is silence?" He spoke, overwhelmingly embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck, looking away.

"I'm sorry, Sirius. I just can't. I've been hurt before, and I'm scared to trust again." They spoke sadly.

"How could I have possibly hurt you? We've only known each other for years!" Sirius spoke, getting slightly frustrated.

"You have a reputation, Sirius. I know what you do to all those girls. You get bored and you throw them out." Y/N spoke, shaking their head and crossing their arms.

Sirius threw his hands into the air, "Screw my reputation! I don't care about that! All I care about is you, Y/N!"

"Well, then prove it to me," Y/N spoke, taking a step towards him.

"What?" He asked, dropping his arms down to his sides.

"Prove to me that you aren't a player. Prove to me that you're not going to leave me as everyone else has."

Once again, taking their hands in his, Sirius nodded, biting his lip once more. Looking straight into their eyes, he gave them a small smile.

"I promise to prove to you that I no longer have those playboy tendencies, that I will not leave you in the dirt. That I am telling the truth, that I truly do love you. And I promise to prove that to you." Sirius spoke and Y/N stared at him, eyes watering a bit.

Nodding, Y/N gave him a small smile. "You said that you would prove that you love me. If you really do love me, then prove it. Right now."

"What?" Sirius questioned, tilting his head to the side.

"Just... Prove it," Y/N spoke, smiling a bit.

Finally, Y/N believed his words.

Sirius nodded and took a deep breath, holding his hand out to Y/N. Y/N took his hand and he pulled them close, kissing them softly. Y/N shivered and wrapped their arms around Sirius' neck, pulling him closer. He kissed them harder, making sure that Y/N knew and felt that he loved them too.

"So, are you ready to go to the ball with me?" Sirius asked, smirking.

Though, inside, he was freaking out. Dying with anticipation.

"Yes, I'll go with you."

~~~

Y/N sighed as the song came to a close, setting the broom back in its rightful spot. Their beginning together was a bit bumpy, with the confession, to Sirius's fangirls, but they got through it. Every bump life threw at them, they passed right through, stronger than ever.

Slowly, Y/N's smile faded, thinking about their time together. After the ball, and the years after. Graduating from Hogwarts, getting their first job, and buying their home. Everything was going perfectly, James and Lily even got married, and their son, Harry, was on his way to being born. Sirius even proposed, giving Y/N a beautiful ring that they loved so much. Everything was perfect until James and Lily were murdered.

Y/N can remember the day perfectly. When Remus came to their door, on their day off. With tears in his eyes, he told them what had happened, that Sirius. Their Sirius. He had murdered Peter and some Muggles. Y/N didn't believe it, they couldn't believe it. Sirius wouldn't do such a thing. On top of James and Lily's death, Sirius was taken to Azkaban.

Y/N never got to say goodbye.

Pushing those awful memories away, Y/N forced a smile on their face, going to the living room and sitting down in their favorite chair and picking up their book. Over the many years, Y/N had to redecorate, they couldn't deal with looking at all the old decor that Sirius had picked out. The only thing Y/N kept was Sirius's favorite chair, which sat untouched in the corner. All the pictures were gone too, kept away in a steel, fire-proof box in their closet. The pictures were replaced with somewhat current ones. Baby Harry before he was taken to his Aunt and Uncle's home, Y/N with Remus on their monthly hangouts, and Y/N's pet, who honestly had more pictures than anyone in the entire household.

Looking up from their book, they saw a black flash outside. Turning to the side, Y/N looked out the glass slide door, seeing nothing but their backyard, full of life; shrubbery, trees, and flowers. Furrowing their eyebrows, they went back to reading, shrugging it off as nothing. But, it was something. It happened again. Turning back to look outside again, they still saw nothing.

"Just a bird." They mumbled, licking their finger and flipping the page.

The black flash appeared and left again, causing Y/N to turn to the door once more, freezing as they saw a big black dog, sitting patiently next to Y/N's poppies.

"A dog?" They asked, tilting their head as they stared at the dog.

The dog stared back, tongue hanging out of its mouth, as it tilted its head in response.

"Smart dog..." Y/N mumbled, getting out from their seat and going to their kitchen, grabbing a plate and some sandwich meat quickly, they placed some slices of salami on the plate. Sliding the glass door open, Y/N sat the plate outside for the dog, and closed the door. 

Going back to their chair, they sat down and grabbed their book once again, continuing to read. Soon, Y/N fell asleep, falling asleep peacefully. Something they haven't done in a long while.

When Y/N woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. They picked up their fallen book and sat it down on the small table beside them. Stretching their arms high in the air, they let out a small yawn. Looking around, they noticed that the dog was gone.

"Where'd you go?" Y/N questioned, sighing.

Y/N stood up from their chair and walked over to the sliding glass door, opening it slowly. There was no sign of the dog anywhere. Walking around the house, Y/N found no trace of it. Just when they were about to give up hope, Y/N heard a whimper coming from some of the shrubs in the backyard. Cautiously walking over, Y/N lent down, moving some of the leafy branches away their eyes widened. There was the dog, laying on the grass, licking its paw.

Its paw was bleeding, and Y/N couldn't just not help the poor animal. Tentatively reaching out, Y/N slowly began petting the dog's fur. The dog didn't even flinch, pausing its licks and looking up towards them. The dog whined again, staring back with big puppy dog eyes. Staring into those dark eyes, Y/N felt an aura of familiarity, but they brushed the feeling off.

"You poor thing, your paw must hurt." Y/N spoke softly, petting the dog's fur more.

Thinking for a moment, Y/N stood up, tapping their knees gently, and they smiled at the dog. "Come on, I'll help you."

The dog whined as it stood up, limping on its hurt paw, the dog followed after them. Opening the sliding door, Y/N let the dog in, who hobbled over to the untouched chair in the corner. Jumping up on the chair, the dog curled up and continued to lick its paw. Y/N quickly shut the sliding door, going to their bathroom to grab some gauze, and to wet a small washcloth. Going back to the dog, Y/N sat down in front of the chair, petting the dog's head softly.

"I have to clean it, bubs." They spoke, gently taking the hurt paw in her hand, patting the wound with the wet washcloth, cleaning off the blood. Once it was clean enough, they began to wrap the paw in the gauze. The dog sat quietly, watching as Y/N fixed its paw.

"It looks better now, doesn't it?" Y/N spoke, petting the dog's head, who gave them a small nod.

Y/N finished wrapping the paw and petted the dog's head once more before standing up. Going to the kitchen, Y/N began making a sandwich for themself, along with another plate of sandwich meat for the dog. Picking up the plate with the sandwich, Y/N sat down in their chair once again, but not before feeding the dog some of the lunch meat. After a few bites, the dog laid its head on the armrest of the chair.

Watching the dog from across the room, Y/N rested their hand on their cheek. This dog reminded Y/N so much of Sirius when he went into his animagus form.

~~~

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Y/N asked softly, sitting in the back of the library with Sirius, hidden and away from any eavesdroppers.

"I'm positive, Y/N," Sirius answered, putting his arm around Y/N's shoulder.

"I just don't want you to get hurt," Y/N whispered, burying their face into Sirius's chest.

"Don't worry about me, I can handle myself," Sirius replied, kissing the top of Y/N's head.

"I know you can, but I still worry," Y/N mumbled, nuzzling into Sirius's chest.

"I'm sure that I'll be fine," Sirius reassured, kissing the top of Y/N's head again.

"I hope you're right." Y/N sighed, looking up at Sirius.

Sirius just smirked, resting his chin on the top of Y/N's head, "I'm always right."

Y/N just huffed and smiled. "Yeah, sure you are."

~~~

When Y/N first saw Sirius in his animagus form, he was as big as a wolf, with pitch-black fur dark as the night. He was huge, his paws were bigger than Y/N's own hands, and he had sharp teeth that could easily tear a person apart. But, Y/N knew he would never hurt anyone unless he had a darn good reason to. Y/N for sure knew he would never hurt them. Nor, kill Peter and some Muggles.

Continuing to stare at the large dog in Sirius's chair, Y/N's eyes widened, their brain finally connecting the missing pieces. Sirius escaped not only a couple of days ago. When Y/N found out, seeing his face in the papers after so many long, hard years without him, they had to throw the paper out. How did Y/N not think of that sooner? And there he was, sitting right in front of them. In their home.

"Sirius?" Y/N called out to the dog, hesitantly.

Their heart was beating loudly in their ears, feeling like it was going to explode out of their chest.

The dog lifted its head, looking at Y/N. Eyes wide, Y/N sucked in a deep breath, feeling an onslaught of emotions take over them. Standing up quickly, not caring if their empty plate fell to the floor, they walked to the glass sliding door and closed the curtains, doing the same with any other window. Making sure no one could see inside their home, just in case, if this was Sirius, the Ministry of Magic would be looking for him, along with the Dementors. They could lose their job for this, but they didn't care.

"Sirius..." Y/N spoke up softly, going over to the dog.

The dog got down from the chair, shook out its fur, and walked over.

"No one can see you. You're safe." Y/N whispered, as the dog tilted his head and whined.

Eyes widening with a thought, Y/N scurried off, grabbing Sirius's old robe from the back of their closet. Going back to the dog, they dropped the open robe on the dog's back, going back to the bedroom to grab Sirius's old slippers.

Freezing at the living room entrance, Y/N's eyes widened, heartbeat stops. There stood an awkward-looking Sirius. Hair a curly, long mess, streaks of dirt across his face. Tightening the knot of the robe around him with his bandaged hand, Sirius looked up, freezing as well. A sad smile slowly spread onto his face. He was back in his human form.

"Hello, Sirius," Y/N spoke softly, tears finally falling down their cheeks.

"Hello, love." He spoke, voice deep with age.

At the sound of his voice, everything became real, and Y/N didn't waste any time and ran into his arms, dropping his slippers on the way.

"I'm sorry, Sirius," Y/N whispered, sobbing, wrapping their arms around his sides.

"I should be the one saying that," Sirius spoke, wiping away his own tears, holding Y/N close.

"I missed you so much." Y/N sniffled, hugging Sirius tightly.

"I missed you too, love." Sirius smiled, kissing Y/N's forehead.

"I'm so happy you're here." Y/N sighed, nuzzling into Sirius's chest.

"I'm so happy to finally see you again," Sirius spoke, petting down Y/N's hair. "I missed your face."

Y/N laughed softly, pulling back slightly, looking up into his gray eyes.

"I know you didn't do it." They mumbled and Sirius nodded, looking down at them.

"I didn't know if you would." He spoke, looking up and around the room.

A lot has changed. Y/N had changed. He changed. In the end, it was all a good change.

"I see you redecorated a bit." He spoke and Y/N let him go as he went to the mantel above the fireplace. Picking up a framed picture of Y/N holding baby Harry before Dumbledore took him to his Aunt's and Uncle's house, Sirius smiled as the picture moved. Y/N smiled down at the wrapped-up baby in their arms, gently booping Harry's nose, as the baby cooed.

"How is he?" Sirius asked, and Y/N walked over to stand beside him, looking down at the picture.

"He's doing alright, minus Mr. No-Nose threatening his life. He comes to visit after school before he goes home or to the Weasley's." They spoke and Sirius nodded.

"He looks just like James." He spoke, voice bittersweet.

Y/N nodded, leaning their head on Sirius's shoulder.

"Don't forget Lily's eyes." They spoke with a smile, as Sirius placed the frame back on the mantle before picking up another, one of Remus and Y/N playing chess.

"Remus comes over almost every month, when he's not busy." Y/N explained, and Sirius nodded, setting the frame down.

"I'm glad that you weren't alone." He spoke, noticing the other pictures around the room, none of them were him.

Y/N noticed what he was probably thinking, speaking quickly, "I couldn't look at them after a while. Everytime I did, I would remember the good times, and I wanted to move on with my life."

Sirius looked down at them, a small frown on his face. "Did you?" He asked and Y/N looked up at him confused.

"Hm?"

"Did you move on?" He asked and Y/N shook their head, taking Sirius's hand into theirs.

"I couldn't. You're still the love of my life." Y/N spoke, smiling at him.

"That's good," Sirius said with a smirk, gently squeezing their joined hands, and kissing their knuckles. "Cause, you're mine."

Eyeing the ring on Y/N's finger, Sirius smiled, kissing right below the ring. "I'm glad you kept it." He spoke softly.

"It was the last thing you gave me." They spoke, and Sirius nodded, dropping their hands to their sides.

"Well, now that you're back, and staying, let's bring out those old photos." Y/N spoke, before leading Sirius to the bedroom.

"I'm staying, eh?" Sirius spoke with a teasing smirk, only for Y/N to nudge him gently.

"You can't get rid of me, Siri." Y/N spoke, opening the closet and pulling out the steel box. Sitting on the floor, backs against the bed, the two began looking through the old photos they had together.

The first photo was of James, Lily, Peter, Sirius, Remus, and Y/N. They were all sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor Tower. James and Lily were sitting side-by-side, Lily laughing at something James whispered to her. Remus was stuck with Peter in the middle, closing the book in his hands. Sirius was sitting at the other end of the couch, Y/N sitting on his lap, arms wrapped out his shoulders.

"Fifth year..." Sirius spoke and Y/N nodded, leaning their head on his shoulder once more.

The next photo was of James and Lily's wedding, Lily in a beautiful white dress, looking like a princess. And, James, holding her as they danced to their favorite song. Laughing, with hearts in both their eyes.

"That was the day I knew I wanted to marry you." Sirius spoke, as he sat the photo down and picked up the next one.

"Really?" Y/N asked and Sirius nodded, smiling down at the next photo.

It was when Sirius proposed to Y/N, down on one knee, as Y/N covered their face as tears fell down their face. Obviously, they said yes.

"It was the best idea I've ever had?" He spoke, honestly.

Smirking, Y/N spoke, "Better than yours and James's pranks?" To which, Sirius laughed, deep and rough.

"Better than any prank, love."

"Well, I can't wait until all this dark stuff is over and we can finally get married. But, before anything else happens, you, sir, have to take a shower." Y/N spoke, helping Sirius up and gently pushing him into the bathroom, handing him some of his old clothes.

"Alright, but wouldn't you like to join me?" He asked with a smirk, and Y/N laughed a blush on their face.

"Just take your shower." They spoke with a smirk, shutting the bathroom door on him before Y/N headed to the kitchen to start up on some lunch.

[aimmyarrowshigh]

as most of you know, my very patient father has been letting me make him watch the entire MCU with me for the last year or so. these are his opinions about his favorite and least favorite characters:

FAVORITES

hawkeye. "arrow guy. he's normal and a dad."

bruce banner. "the hulk seems like a nice man."

loki. "i like loki. i'm rooting for loki. this movie would have been better with loki in it [every time there is a movie without loki in it]."

ant-man. "he's funny and charming and handsome, and he's a dad."

steve. "he's a grade-a beefcake."

bucky. "was that bucky? bucky was there. he's mostly a bad guy but you said he's a good guy so i guess he's a good guy."

sam. "i like the flying captain america. his speech was important, and he doesn't like to kill people. he doesn't use guns."

peter parker. "i like spider-man. he's a friendly neighborhood spider-man and a nerd. what a fine actor. he reminds me of a young michael j. fox." [????? MY DAD HAS NEVER SEEN MICHAEL J. FOX IN ANYTHING????]

black panther. "this was actually a good movie. your mom really likes killmonger. she has a crush on him."

shang-chi. "i like him. he's a good guy, and he has spider-man energy. he's just a dude."

jimmy woo. "i like jimmy woo. why isn't he in more things? shouldn't the fbi be taking care of some of this terrorism and crime?"

kamala khan. "this was the best show besides loki. i like her spider-man energy, she was charming and it was appropriate for children."

LEAST FAVORITES

tony. "tony is based on my boss. i could have gotten one of the iron man suits back when they made the movie but you didn't like marvel yet, and i'm too short."

doctor strange. "he is too snarky. too much snark. there's no soul in that man."

rocket raccoon, specifically, of the guardians of the galaxy, whom as a whole he does not like. "i don't like that raccoon. that raccoon is too much of a curmudgeon."

thor. "this movie was really bad. i was rooting for loki."

moon knight. "i didn't like egyptface. dark sand. mirror man. what's he called? the sad man. the one you like. not bucky. llewyn davis. i never like him. except in star wars. but i don't like him in star wars as much as you do."

He has no opinion on anyone else because he cannot remember who they are to save his life. Before Infinity War I made him a 90-minute powerpoint presentation to remind him who everyone was and he still asked who everyone was when they showed up. when we saw love and thunder, he forgot who jane was between the end of the movie and the post-credits scene.

[greenapplebling]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Thanks....

Hi! I love your question bc I love talking about my blorbos 💖

I won't rank it from 10 to 1 bc it will take forever lol, but I'm going from "least favorite" to "neutral favorite" to "absolute unchangeable favorite"

I tried to make it as spoiled-free as possible but I couldn't contain myself 😅

Least favorites

Sesshomaru (Inuyasha)

I didn't actually finish Inuyasha but I know the gist of it. I love his design and I find his journey as a character interesting. Sesshomaru is a villain that eventually becomes a reluctant ally, I watched Inuyasha as a teen and at that time media kept bombarding us with villains that kept getting redeemed at the end so watching Sesshomaru never actually getting redeemed was a breath of fresh air. Boy, it's so funny to see the struggle of the main characters in trusting him bc he never showed that he could be trusted and most of the times he helped it was bc it was convenient for him to do so.

Starfire (Teen Titans cartoon)

Listen. The soft girl archetype is not my thing but I?? love her sm??? For the soft girl of the group, she never becomes the go-to-damsel in distress (everyone gets to be saved one way or the other by their teammates at some point) and the show never makes her kindness into a weakness but rather into a strength which is highly appreciated. I guess my only issue is the design they went for her, I wished her hair was wavy or curly like in the comics for ex.

Alucard Tepes (Castlevania Netflix)

Pretty boy? Check. Long hair? Check. Vampire (dhampir actually)? Check. Queer? Check. Daddy issues? Check. Traumatized? Check. Craves for love but is stoic himself? Check. Alucard basically checks all the boxes to be my favorite and yet his writing and development makes him be in this section. I hope the spin off does him justice.

Neutral favorites

Peter Parker / Spiderman

Not much of a fan of the movies, but I grew up with him as my favorite superhero with cartoons like The Spectacular Spiderman (kinda sad it got cancelled), I also enjoyed him on Ultimate Spiderman (bc he acts like a total lunatic and I love it) and I love Peter B. Parker from Into the Spider verse, he becomes a reluctant father figure to Miles and it's amazing. Overall I think he's biggest charm is how relatable he is to us kids who grew up marginalized by our peers.

Mikaela Hyakuya (Seraph of the End)

I'm too biased towards him, okay? He's my little baby, literally the only reason I haven't dropped the manga yet. Is he well written? No. Do I still love him? Absolutely. Same reasons as Alucard but with a few more layers to it.

Wanda Maximoff (MCU)

Look, this is the only version I've been exposed to of the character, saying this bc I'm aware of people saying that mcu Wanda pales in comparison to comics Wanda. But I love her, ok? I would die for her. "But what if you were in-universe and she killed you?" Bro, I'll die in happiness if she was the one who killed me. I love her, I'm too much of a simp for her. The only issue I have is that she's not well written, I look at her and all I see is wasted potential, but oh well, Marvel Studios never cared about quality.

Absolute unchangeable favorites

Lapis lazuli (Steven Universe)

Steven Universe will always have a special place in my heart and Lapis lazuli has been my favorite character through the whole show. I related to her and her journey a lot. The writing uses her character to show PTSD; trauma and how the same traumatic event doesn't have the same effect on people; how the abuser/victim dynamic is not always the case on toxic relationships, sometimes the roles interchange constantly and they're both the abuser and the victim at the same time; how overcoming trauma isn't (always) lineal, most of the time is taking a step forward and two steps backwards. She had it bad but she persevered until she finally came on good terms with her situation and started to heal and I love her for it.

Kurama (Yu Yu Hakusho)

It's been like 15 years and I still love this guy, even more so as an adult. Yu Yu Hakusho is basically THE comfort show for me, seriously I have since watched the anime in spanish, english and japanese. I'm love with his background and journey, all main guys have great development but Kurama's development is the most subtle but still powerful. The thing about him is that he struggles between trying to be what his loved ones expect him to be and accept that he can't erase who he used to be and what he has done on his previous life. He has an identity crisis (not in the way most fans make it out to be though, it's not a personality issue) about who he used to be, who he is now and who he really wants to be.

Jason Todd (DC/Batman comics)

I love him, your honor. He's a walking tragedy and I love him for that. He's representations for those who grew up on poverty and resorted to stealing to survive, for those who are suffering in the shadow and people, who have the means to help, look away from and act like if they don't look at them they don't exist. He's character is cathartic for those victims that wished they could've stand up and fight back, for those who wished for justice to protect them but failed. I have my issues with his character and how is used, but since most DC characters are ruined from time to time bc of the writing I kinda look past it lol.

Soooo, this is it!! I'm sorry it took me so long to answer, I wanted to give a mostly thoughtful answer

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 053: Enter Swarm (SSM 35-37)

MASTERPOST

Recently, Black Cat died (but not really), Aunt May died (but not really), Uncle Ben's murderer died (most definitely), and I watched Madame Web and absolutely loved it!

In the Spectacular Spider-Man recent issues, Spidey fought an iguana, some of the regular cast left, Peter had a new crush on one Marcy Kane (a teacher assistant just like him, she's basically Gwen Stacy) and met Dr Sloan, who's very shifty and probably wants to imitate Dr. Frankenstein, and finally, Connors got his Lizard persona destroyed. For how long, I don't know, but I doubt it's permanent (although it would be nice).

Uh, sure, why not!

The issue starts with Spidey falling from a building, controlled by somebody.

Ooooh, I recognize those eyes. Is this the guy that hypnotized everybody back when Peter briefly lived in Flash's appartment? The Mindworm?

Hmm!!! Let's set aside chronological issues and...

I was right!

In this issue's confusingly succint events, Spidey gets thrown in a labyrinth (we get no sense of space, so you barely understand what happened) and meets the woman who was taking care of the Mindwork at a mental facility.

They give a much-needed therapy session to the Mindworm, who finally stops beating himself over his parents' death...

And then Peter wakes up. Was it all a dream? No, he understands as he goes to the hospital where the Mindworm is. The latter tells him that Spidey did help him though their shared dream.

Damn. I wasn't on board for the first half of this issue, but this ending is actually really good. I love it when the "villains" actually get to get/be better. Spidey's "Good luck, okay?" hits deep, somehow.

#36 starts with a chase. Spidey intervenes, and when he asks one of the thieves what's his role, the thief answers that he's the driver.

That's funny!

Later, at ESU, Peter meets Debra (who seems a bit of an airhead), and Steve Hopkins (a colleague of his). I hope Steve isn't Swarm because he seems nice.

Oooh... Connors's not a Lizard anymore, so quick! We need another scientist who's in over his head and might do bad things if he 'loses control'!

He looks so adorable in that last panel though, I hope he'll be alright.

Yes yes yes, let's keep these characters! I'm sad Hector and Holly aren't there anymore, please let me keep these characters around!

Given that Dr Sloan is specialized in insects and whatnot, Peter thinks his studies might help him enhance... or bury his powers. Hm!

Anytime I see the N-word mentioned, I say audibly "what the fuck".

Sloan would like to command bees to help with agriculture. Marcy says "what if no", Sloan says "what if YES", and I think to myself "Hey, what's going on".

Lunch is interrupted by a swarm (ha!) of bees, which are confused by Spidey and don't sting him. Meyer is resurrected, and Spidey orders Sloan to seek either Reid Richards or Hank Pym to fix the situation.

In #37, Swarm gets out of the lab.

Thank you, random cop. I appreciate your extremely natural dialogue.

Meanwhile, Chip Martin, the stressed colleague of our cast and totally-not-a-Curt-Connors-copy feels power coursing through his veins thanks to all this agitation.

Sloan couldn't contact the aforementioned scientists, so Spidey's on his own.

Swarm ends up created a hive near ESU that looks like poop. The cast work together to create a repellent. I love that! Yes, cast interactions to bring resolution, that's good.

Anyway, Spidey deals with Swarm, and we get a final jumpscare:

Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!!

[dozenbeginnings]

Wiki***

Chapter One: prologue

A young man speaks to Saint Peter. Some foul language, descriptions of injury and mourning.

He was surrounded by family.

It was a good way to go. The best way. But he didn't want it. His sister's hand - Liliana, you're so sweet, I made you miss Sourdough Day - it was cold and bony on his hand, an anchor to the world. The room was full of these little anchors. Susurrus whispers from half a dozen people all keeping their voices unnaturally low, why are you so quiet, it's not a library, not a funeral. A gleam, too sharp, as sunlight and fluorescent both glinted off of a polished steal railing. Dad was here, he'd missed the last two lunches with Mom, too tied up at work to get away but here he was, salt and pepper mustache half smooth and half pushed up like an old straw broom, eyes wet with worry and sadness. Mom was here somewhere. If he just concentrated, then he could remember. Out of his line of sight - she couldn't stand anymore, probably, cane gripped in trembling hands, valiantly pushing back tears. He could feel cotton. It was rough against his legs, they itched, worse wounds hidden behind the nuisance of a sheet he couldn't bring himself to adjust.

Liliana was crying. She was crying and she was telling a story. She was telling him about the kid who had come into the library while she was volunteering - she hated kids, she was so fucking bag with them, it was really funny because they seemed to gravitate towards her.

His shoulder hurt so fucking bad.

The kid had been probably nine years old, and writing a story for school. He could write it about anything he wanted, and he was angry, and decided he wanted to write it about dicks. And Mark hadn't been in that day, so Liliana had to figure out how to help this nine year old kid write a story about dicks.

He thought that was so fucking hilarious. She knew he would, she was his sister, and she laughed when he laughed, and she was crying and laughing made his shoulder hurt so fucking bad but he was here with her, and mom was chuckling impossibly from out of sight, and Liliana was so pretty like a cat or something, laughter and red puffy eyes and tears rolling down, and Dad just looked so sad and worried and it broke his heart. But he was laughing to that dumb fucking joke, and the last thing he realized was that look in Dad's eyes, and how much he loved him.

That was the last thing he ever knew, laughter and his sister's tears and the love in Dad's eyes.

He left his body before the monitor declared him dead. He was long gone, attempts at resuscitation too little too late in the face of the ravaged mess of a body that the truck had left behind. There was no more dust on the hospital walls, no half a dozen gentle feet, walking too light and talking too soft, but there was everything in his brain for just a moment before he was done.

Dead, it turns out, isn't dark after all. It's bright. It's so bright.

It's bright, and there's a friend. You know he's a friend, and that he's a he, and that he was forty years old but now it's been thousands of years. And you know this without ever hearing his voice, without knowing a name or where he came from. And he knows you, he knows you for you, and if you're young or old or scared or hopeful or a believer or not.

"Are you Peter?" he had asked the Friend in the brightness.

"Yes," the Friend had said.

"This is it, huh," he had said.

"Do you have questions for me?" the Friend had asked. The Friend asked, even knowing that of course he had questions, so many fucking questions.

"My mom - I need to know if Mom, if she-"

"She's fine," the Friend had said. "A nurse helped her up. She saw your eyes one last time. She's going to be fine."

Relief. That was such an enormous relief. He had had nurses and family, but if his Mom hadn't seen the end, she might never forgive herself, she might not anyway.

"And she's strong," the Friend reminded him. "She shouldn't have to be as strong as she is."

"Jackie," he said, and even though his voice wasn't real anymore, it was a little whisper. The family had once been a family of five. Now it was down to three, and his heart broke at the betrayal, at making Mom and Dad go through it again, and oh, Liliana, he and Liliana had both had their hearts broken that day and now she had to do it twice. "Where-" he was afraid to even say it - "where is Jackie?"

"Jackie's up. He's very happy. He's as happy as is possible to be, and he's waiting for more family."

Again, the relief, and the joy, the rejoicing. "Will I get to see him?"

"I don't think you will," the Friend said.

He was so confused.

"How- what do you mean?"

There was no voice in the light anymore. Instead, there was a warmth like be was being embraced. There was a feeling, an empathy, of the Friend's total sorrow and pain at what was happening.

"Peter!" he shouted.

I'm sorry, the Friend didn't say, even though he could tell the Friend wanted to, and he didn't have time to be angry or betrayed - it was just shock. Shock, and fire, and falling.

He had been burned in life, by campfire mistakes and by flames at the collision site, but burning had a way of searing out your nerves so it didn't feel like burning anymore. Now, the signs of physicality were all absent -- no scent of meat, no oozing pus, no radiating sensation. It was only the heat and the pain, and that pain was soul-deep and even. He was on fire. He also knew that down was the direction - your inner ear liked to get confused when you fell, but your soul could nor get confused, it just knew that it was falling, falling, faster than comets, faster than light. Nothing had ever hurt or terrified him more, and the thoughts that inundated him as he plummeted were not of Liliana or of Jackie or of mom or dad.

They were, verbatim,

JESUS FUCKING MOTHER OF CHRIST ON A KEBAB SON OF A BITCH

And he slammed back into his body, well, a body, on rough and dusty floors that stank of rat droppings and spoiled eggs.

"Peter?" he whispered, dazed.

"That one's taken," said a bored, nasal voice. "Pick another."

He was so confused for a moment, rocks pressing into unfamiliar skin of unfamiliar dimensions, trying to understand what the voice had just said. With difficulty, he craned his head around, but the angles were all wrong, the silver and oily-looking creature that sat watching him was upside-down and all askew -- sorry, Peter was taken? What did that even mean?

That was the exact first moment that he realized that he no longer remembered his name.