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ghstchan · 8 months

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— incantation ;

→ pairing : hyunjin x male reader

→ summary : hyunjin is no stranger when it comes to the world of witchcraft and magic. one night, he has a bad feeling about his home and he goes to investigate but it’s not what he thinks.

→ genre : angst

→ warnings : blood, murder, betrayal, some gory scenes, mentions of sharp objects.

→ word count : 2,652

→ author’s note: i was channeling gojo satoru, scarlet witch, seulgi 28 reasons era, vengeful witch while writing this.

→ songs currently stuck in my head :

cry for me by twice, crown by seulgi, red sun by dreamcatcher, venom by stray kids, this world by ateez.

hyunjin was known by those around him as something of a psychic, in the sense that whatever he dreamed of would eventually happen in real life. everything from great fortune and luck to his friends, premonitions of demonic entities terrorizing the living, and death to those who crossed him in the past.

one famous instance of death to someone who crossed him was 5 or so years ago, when a close friend at the time, whom hyunjin considered a sibling-level kind of friend, committed the ultimate act of betrayal towards him. hyunjin and his boyfriend, at the time, had broken up, and it was a very heavy breakup in emotional terms, especially towards hyunjin. word had spread that his best friend and his now ex-boyfriend at the time were at a party together; lots of heavy drinks were involved, and his friend brought the ex over to the apartment that he and hyunjin had shared. they had hooked up that same night on the living room couch. lucky for them, hyunjin was not home.

hyunjin has a psychic ability, similar to spidey sense, when something is wrong or something bad is about to happen. some people call it intuition, but he calls it a warning sign. the voice that warns him usually says the name of the person, a command, or something that’s coming.

he was at a friend’s house because he didn’t want to be alone during such an emotional time. they were watching a movie, and just as hyunjin was about to fall asleep, that’s when the "hyunjin-sense" began. it started as a sharp sting in his mind and trickled into goosebumps across his body, which is then followed by a voice in his mind. "check home." the voice says. "do you mind if you take me home? i have to check something." he says. "is it your senses going off again?" the friend asks.

hyunjin only gave him a look and that was all the friend needed. it didn’t take him long to find the keys to his car and for both of them to head over to hyunjin’s place within a matter of minutes. the friend parks his car right in front of the apartment building. "i won’t be long." hyunjin says as he unbuckles his seatbelt. he puts his hands together in a praying gesture, and a wave of absolute silence blankets the car’s atmosphere; hyunjin is deep in thought as he visualizes the interior of the apartment and which room he’s mentally standing in. simple incantation is mumbled under his breath, followed by a simple command. "teleport."

his friend closes his eyes and covers his ears and hyunjin disappears into a blue-to-white mist. "i should probably set a timer to see how long it takes him to get back." chris says before grabbing his phone and setting a stopwatch timer.

hyunjin is now inside the apartment, standing in the bedroom. his eyes fading into a white hue to help him see in the pitch black darkness of the apartment. his arms fall to either side of his body as fingers extend and he gently pushes his hands up and down in a slow, gentle motion. "levitate slightly." his body rises a few short centimeters off the floor, as he does not want to make a sound with his footsteps. smart move on his part.

his heart begins to race, almost like his heart is like a metal detector trying to find the source of what’s making the machine go off. he can hear the creaking of the couch’s wood against the walls, moaning but not agonizing moans of someone who is in excruciating pain; it’s moans of absolute pleasure. "be silent. be careful." the voice says.

he glides towards the bedroom door, placing his hand on the doorknob. "silent." he whispers as he twists the doorknob and slowly pulls the door open. not a single sound is emitted from him opening the door, almost as if he’s a ghost. his heart beats faster as his hand twists the doorknob, as if he’s next in line to get on a rollercoaster.

chris stares at the stopwatch, which is increasing in its time. "fourteen fifty-nine... fifteen minutes. i wonder what he’s doing." he says to himself. he opens youtube to distract himself in the meantime.

the dark brown pupils of hyunjin’s eyes begin to peek through in the midst of the white clouding his corneas as he sees what’s happening in front of him. tears quickly form and roll down his cheeks, and his heart continues beating fast like it’s trying to jump out of his chest. in the living room, with the lights completely off, his best friend in the whole wide world was making love with his ex on the velvet couch.

hyunjin re-enters the bedroom and closes the silent door. his breathing trembles as he inhales and exhales, his heart hitting the overexertion point like it's about to shatter in his body. although he’s floating, his legs feel numb, and he falls silently onto the floor. his eyes can’t stop generating and releasing tears streaming down his face. "be calm. stay in control." the voice says, and almost instantly, hyunjin’s heartbeats calm down, and he wipes the tears off his face.

he takes a few seconds to regain control over his breathing before facing what’s going on within the room just beyond the bedroom door. he sits down on the floor with his legs crossed. his hands lay on his thighs, with his thumb and middle fingertips touching, and his other fingers lay still on his pants fabric.

he mumbles words in pure latin, a language considered dead within modern-day dialects. his eyes continue to form tears that glide down his cheeks, but he feels no sadness anymore. all he feels is pure anger.

the lighting in the entire apartment begins to flicker intensely for a brief two seconds, which catches the attention of adrian, AKA the soon-to-be ex-best friend, who was on the couch. "did you see the lights?" he asks josh, hyunjin’s ex. "yeah but i’m not focused on that right now. i’m only focused on you." josh says. he leans in to kiss adrian.

"go now." the voice screams in hyunjin’s mind, like a war cry. hyunjin’s eyes burst open, glowing in a crimson red color. his body teleports into the living room, directly behind josh. adrian’s eyes widen as he sees hyunjin and he screams like he’s seen a ghost. "behind you!" adrian screams to josh, but josh pulls away and looks behind him only to see nothing behind him. "wh- what? there’s nothing behind me…" josh says. "i saw him. clear as day, hyunjin was right behind you." adrian says in a fearful tone.

"babe, no one’s behind me. if he was here, he’d come right through the front door." adrian says as he laughs. he looks back at josh, only to see hyunjin standing right in front of him. "now you see me." he says as adrian screams bloody murder and is flung towards the front door to the apartment. josh doesn’t see hyunjin but only sees adrian being thrown at the front door. "hyunjin, wherever you are… this isn’t what it means." josh says as his eyes dart around the room, looking for a sign of hyunjin within the room.

the lighting in the room flickers from bright white to a dark red which is followed by slow six knocks at the front door. "josh, are you there? it’s me." hyunjin says. "do not open the door." josh says to adrian. adrian gets up off the floor and dusts himself off, running to grabs his clothes and belongings in a hurried frenzy fueled by fear. "fuck this, i’m leaving." he says.

he runs towards the front door and his hand is now on the doorknob. "do not open that fucking door." adrian says as his voice begins to tremble. "please don’t. something bad is going to happen." he adds as he begins to cry. "i’m not going to be here when that happens." adrian says as his hand twists the doorknob, opening the door and just as he’s about to leave, he stands face to face with hyunjin.

"you’re right about that." hyunjin says as he grabs adrian by his neck, lifting him up off the floor, and throws him back into the apartment. he enters the room then closes the door and locks it with a flick of his finger. "you really think i wouldn’t find out? don’t you know who i am?!" hyunjin exclaims as the room trembles with each word that leaves his mouth.

josh falls back onto the couch and sits in a fetal position, his hands covering his face as he begins to cry into his palms. adrian is searching around for a knife or any blunt object nearby to use as a weapon. adrian finds a knife and places the blade on hyunjin’s throat. "you really think you can just come in here and-" adrian is cut off mid-sentence. josh hears the cutlery begin to shake, uncovering his face only for his eyes to widen.

knives floating all across the living room, the blades pointing directly at adrian at different angles. "you do not get to speak, your actions did all the talking." hyunjin says. "you broke my heart only for you to come into our apartment, actually into my apartment since i signed the lease, and fuck my best friend?" hyunjin asks as the grip of his hand on adrian’s throat begins to tighten and his nails dig into the skin, making droplets of blood trickle down adrian’s neck.

"you broke my heart, now i break you." hyunjin whispers to adrian as his nails slowly pierce into his neck, as he screams in agonizing pain. "feel the pain you gave me when you broke me." hyunjin continues, as josh’s cries form into sobs of fear. "what was it you said earlier?" he asks adrian as both their eyes widen; adrian’s in fear as he remembers what he said, trying to push hyunjin off, and hyunjin’s eyes widen in a rising vengeful anger. the light in the room begins to turn a dark red. "you won’t be here when that happens, was it?" hyunjin asks with a devious smile.

"for once, you’re right about something." hyunjin says as his nails and fingers fully pierce into adrian’s neck, grabbing a hold of his adam’s apple. a single tear rolls down adrian’s cheek as his screams begin to fade out, then hyunjin rips out his adam’s apple, and a squelching sound is emitted.

blood gushes out of adrian’s mouth and throat, onto hyunjin’s face and clothes as well as onto the floor. soon, a pool of blood surrounding their feet grows in width and adrian’s lifeless body falls onto the floor. hyunjin’s face is covered in the dark red liquid as he stands over his ex-boyfriend's body, shocked but soon bursting in laughter. "you two are so done." he says as he turns around to face josh.

the light continues to flicker and hyunjin uses the flickering to his advantage. each time the light goes from bright, he appears one step closer to josh. in the dark, he fades away. the only thing you hear are his heavy footsteps approaching him slowly.

"joshua, you have betrayed me. how could you do something so low and disgusting, especially to me?" he asks. hyunjin’s voice echoes around the room, as josh’s cries begin to return. "in this life and the next, wherever your soul and physical entity is, i will always be there waiting for you to kill you over and over again. you will remain living in fear, trying to hide from me, but i will always find you. i will never let you go." hyunjin says as he conjures a sharp katana glowing in a scarlet red hue.

hyunjin appears in front of josh, pointing the blade at his heart. "consider this a warning." hyunjin points his index finger up then josh’s body begins to levitate up off the couch by his neck. his legs squirm around as his arms try to reach hyunjin but nothing works. "never cross a witch." he says before impaling josh’s chest and digging it into his torso until it appears on the other side, leaving the katana in. "i want you to cry for me." he continues.

hyunjin places his hand on josh’s chest, glaring directly into his eyes. his other hand begins to generate a tiny ball of glowing red fire that grows into an orb to the size of a baseball. hyunjin’s hand pulls away from his chest, transferring the magic energy into both hands now. "my voice is a spell that haunts you. wherever you are, i’m with you." hyunjin says before he slams his hands onto the center of josh’s chest. gut wrenching screams spew out of josh’s mouth as the fiery orbs burn into his skin and hyunjin’s sharp nails dig into his chest to rip his heart out.

his hands grab a hold of josh’s heart, ripping it out in a swift motion. blood spills out from the exposed hole in his chest, quiet whimpers of pain leave his mouth as he stares at hyunjin who holds his beating organ. "die." he says as he rips his heart into two with his fingers. josh’s limbs start to fall and dangle at his side, his head falling and moving side to side as he exhales his final breath.

hyunjin releases the hold of josh’s deceased body and lets his body fall onto the floor. he looks around at the mess he’s made. "what a mess." he says to himself, then snaps his fingers on both hands, making the two bodies and bloody mess all over the apartment and on himself simply vanish into nothingness as if nothing happened. "all better." he says with a smile as he teleports back to chris’ car and into the passenger seat.

"hey! how long did i take?" he asks chris, who was asleep with his phone in his hand. the car turned off by himself, and he sees the stopwatch on chris’ phone screen. "an hour and six minutes.. geez." he whispers as he doesn’t want to wake chris. he puts his hands together in a praying gesture as the car begins to be enveloped in a blue mist, then teleports the car along with themselves back to chris’ house. his car now sat parked in the driveway.

hyunjin exits the car, levitating chris’ body carefully out of the car. he unlocks the front door with a flick of his finger and enters the home. he guides his friend into his bed, wrapping his body with the warm blanket and saying a spell to help him sleep fully until morning. hyunjin closes and locks the door with another flick of his fingers, then lays on the couch, exhaling a sigh of relief. he drifts off into a deep sleep.

hyunjin’s dream starts to reveal a time in history where people were hunting down witches and burning them in an attempt to "cleanse the world of wicked evil." hyunjin could feel himself immersing himself more into the dream, as if he were inside his own dream and exploring around. not before he heard his name being called by an unknown man in his dream, turning around to see someone holding a pitchfork to his neck. "are thou a witch?" the man asks. that’s when hyunjin knew that he wasn’t in a dream anymore... or is he?

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conniesanchor · 7 months

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ik i have a million requests to work on rn, but this is the only way im going to get out of my writing slump, so enjoy.

summary: peter shows up bloody and bruised, and you’ll always be there to help him.

you were used to peter coming through your window. he was your boyfriend, and you loved him. you just didn't love when he showed up covered in blood. not because you hated what he did, you loved how selfless he was.

gently tapping on your window (with the rhythm he always used in order to not scare you), he smiled at you when you noticed him. rushing over to let him in, you saw the bruises that were normally across his torso, were on his face this time. when you opened the window, he immediately fell into you. his head in your shoulder and his arms around your waist.

"pete, baby. let's go to the bathroom, get you all cleaned up." you grabbed his hand, leading him into the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. you pushed him to sit on the toilet and then opened the medicine cabinet to get some neosporin you got, especially for him, because you know that he hates the alcohol.

peter rarely talked when you were cleaning him up. this time was different, though, neither or you knew why, but you knew it was different. "im sorry, honey," he started. "i know how this makes you feel all the time and if you never want me to go back out there, i won't."

you paused, lifting his chin up so he was looking at you, "peter, i love you. okay? all of you. your selfishness, your love for this city, all of it. i love what you do," you mumbled. "nothing will ever change that. i hate it when you get hurt, but that doesn't mean i want you to stop doing what you love."

"i love you more than i love saving people."

smiling, you resumed your previous actions, "and im very glad, but im not going to make you choose, okay?" he nodded. "suit off, please."

even in his state of exhaustion, he still found it in himself to smile at the request, "you first."

"in your dreams, parker." he didn't move, though. leaving you to peel the spandex from his body. "stay there," you spoke gently, moving to go get him clothes. when you returned, his eyes were open. he had retreated from his previous spot on the toilet to now where he was standing in front of the mirror.

you could see the look of defeat in his eyes. the way they looked at the scars that were spread across his torso. your heart broke every time you saw him like this. "baby? wanna get some clothes on?"

the boy turned his head, almost as if you scared him. he nodded, taking the sweatpants you got him. seeing the way he looked at himself in the mirror, you wished you would've gotten him a shirt too. "i’ll go get you a tank top too, okay?"

he shook his head rather quickly, "it's okay." short, flat.

"okay. wanna come to bed? or do you wanna eat something first?"

"bed, please."

you smiled, grabbing his hand and leading him to your already made bed. lifting the covers so he could slide into them, you placed a chaste kiss on his lips. you ran your hand through his hair before retreating to your side of the bed and covering yourself up. peter immediately pulled your head into his chest.

even when he was hurting, he still wanted to hold you. when you tried to return the favor, he would shake his head and kiss your hairline.

"i love you, spidey."

"i love you more."

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ghostflowerhotpotch · 10 months

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Has it ever occurred to you that since Gwen hasn’t had a mother figure for the majority of her life and from the beginning of ATSV its kinda shown she’s been craving that type of guidance or even affection when she sees Jess for the first time, do you think that once the dust is settled between her and Miles and she finally gets to properly introduce herself to his parents, do you think that Rio can not replace Gwen’s mother but atleast fill in that gap in some way where she’s able to get some of the guidance she’s been looking for. Idk I just feel like the dynamic between the two could be interesting once they both get along with each other, hopefully this makes sense to answer.

Ohh this is interesting.

Now, hope you don't mind, but Gwen and Jess situation is something I wanted to talk about for a while, so, I will use your comment to talk about this.

I will do the Rio part too, but knowing myself, there is a chance that would end in a second post because I talk too much.

Let's go!

Now, do I think is this a joke? Yes, but I also think Gwen means it.

And look, this is not to say that you necessarily need to have two parents to raise a kid, I personally believe that one parent, if they provide the necessary attention and care to the child or children, could be an amazing parent and not let their kids feel like they are missing anything.

However, as discussed on this post, I mentioned why while George isn't a bad dad, sadly he is not the best parent for Gwen.

And here I also discussed why Gwen's mental health is a bit of a mess.

But to not sent people to do homework, let's give the cliff-notes version.

George is trying to be a good father, however between his job and his refusal to understand nuance, he has accidentally pushed Gwen away; even if maybe this could have been resolved if she talked to him in a normal situation, the fact that he did what he did in the beginning shows she was scared for a reason.

So that means Gwen has a gaping hole in what a role model and parent should be, since she needs more support. Of couse her Spidey identity is important to her (in fact she leans too much into it,) and having no one to help her on that complicated path doesn't make the situation any easier.

Enters Jessica Drew.

You know I found extremely telling that when Gwen sees Miguel, she is cracking jokes and not really taking his professionalism crap seriously; yet when Jess comes kicking ass with her motorcycle and she looks at her like she has seen the light.

Perhaps it had to do with her realizing this failed artist is more problematic than she expected, or the fact that Miguel was quickly disposed of by something she saw from a mile away; while Jess came putting the bad guy on a grinder and maneuvering a bike like nobody's business. Needless to say, Gwen is DEFINITELY impressed.

Once again, this plays almost like this is a dream come true for Gwen.

She hides it well for most of the movie as well as the previous one, but the reality is that underneath that cool exterior, this is a teenage mess with so much angst she is giving my teen self a run for their money.

Just like she craves companionship in the form of Miles as well as other spiders, she probably wants someone who can tell her everything is going to be okay or what they should do. Again, we may forget sometimes, especially with superhero movies where protagonists need to be competent despite their age most of the time; but Gwen is 16, 17 at the most; and has been handling this stress and turmoil for at least 3 years. That's a lot.

Top it with her dad not being able to emotionally support her, and the fact that she wants a mom becomes less a possible commentary about not nuclear families, and more of a likely possibility because the first 20 minutes of the movie gave us LOTS of material to show how mess up this is.

I think is a testament to the situation that she doesn't default to Peter B or Noir in the first movie, nor Miguel; she only seems to be interested in learning from someone when she sees Jess.

Is funny, but is also very painful to hear for me, as if you ask me she said it completely straight, and this just shows how much help she needs.

Granted Gwen said that accidentally and probably wouldn't have said it if thought about it first, but the fact that it slipped says a lot.

She desperately wants someone like Jess in her life, and to top it off, she probably wants that person as a maternal figure; probably someone to ask about techniques for defeating baddies and also who could talk about feelings without this person defaulting to work as a copy mechanism.

Feel free to call me crazy for getting so work up about a joke, but if I am honest other interactions really make me sell this idea for me.

Now let's talk Jess.

Literally what other reaction she was going to have.

We really never hear a definitive answer to the question, but I also think Jess didn't think too hard about it for a reason.

I am planning to go through some scenes of Gwen and Jess to dig deeper into their mentor/not-mom situation, but let's start with this.

Do I think Jess should have adopted Gwen? No, not at all.

Look I am a sucker for found family and adoption tropes, and I would had love nothing more than for Jess to give one dirty look at Gwen's dad, tell her she would be there for her, and take her away to a good home. That is not what happened, and I don't blame her.

She is on her way to having her own kid, she needs to be spider-woman and to top it all off, she seems to be kind of a second in command in a really big operation, where your boss is your friend who is also way too into his job and she probably is still there partially to make sure Miguel doesn't completely lose it. She has a lot on her plate as it is, adopting a traumatized teenager is a lot of work that shouldn't really be her job.

Do I think that means she has no responsibilities to Gwen? No, not really.

And this is largely why.

Okay, I will try to not go over every moment with them, as this is more about explaining their situation than a deep dive of every instance of their relationship, but this is a good kicker for the situation.

Jess immediately takes an interest in Gwen for the organization, now while I can understand that she based this purely on her abilities, I think a part of it was the comment Gwen made earlier. I think she sees in her someone who needs a steady hand and some support.

As a mentor.

This is going a bit ahead on the post, but let's establish that 1) This exists, and 2) Jessica got that idea EXTREMELY quick all things considered.

Here is where the responsibility part actually kicks in.

No, Jess doesn't have any responsibility to Mother Gwen in any way, regardless if Gwen needs one or not (she does,) but the moment she not only started to argue for her to have a spot in the organization, to take her in when the things in her universe technically imploded (which they are marginally responsible considering they came to clean this means and they only did it thanks to Gwen,) She implicitly accepted to look after her.

Okay here is where we need to talk a bit about tropes.

When you have protagonists that are teens or kids with powers, is inevitable that they will need to deal with dangerous stuff that no sane adult would let a real kid do, but is fiction so you kind of have to suck it.

This is a trope that I found kind of lazy even when I was part of the age demographic; which is why stuff like The Owl House with Eda was refreshing.

She was also a Mentor who was also not very responsible as a guardian, but she ended up growing into one, and even if she failed to protect her apprentice, she did try her damnest to do it.

Jess is not Eda, and she doesn't need to be, except that this story has proven to be aware that they are still teens.

Jess clearly recognizes this isn't fair for Gwen. We also see something like this in the first movie, with Peter B worried about Miles can or can't handle, while still letting them do stuff you wouldn't catch me letting my little sister get away with; they know that there are somethings someone at that age shouldn't just be handling on their own.

And Jess isn't exactly ice-cold about Gwen.

Jess took interest in Gwen's potential quickly, she looked after her, and quickly went to try to calm her down and support her during a very high tense and stressful moment. Even here is Gwen the one who ultimately moves away, not Jess, proving she could had try to stay close to ensure she was okay.

And this is something that shows that it kind of sticks.

While considerably harsher here than in her introduction scene, Jess is showing that despite her annoyance with Gwen, she still likes her. She never thought her relationship with Miles shouldn't be a reason not to have her on the team; she trusted a mission in the universe despite that, and also calls Gwen her star pupil, which I don't was sarcasm.

She also gives her an hour to fix this, which even if not much, is more than she could have given her.

I am not saying that Jess didn't look after Gwen, or didn't care about her beyond what she could do for the organization, however, it wasn't what Gwen needed.

Let's circle back to responsibility,

Jess is aware of what happened with her dad, she knows what Gwen lost, and she can probably imagine that a kid that lost her identity and her world like that on just one night can't be doing okay; yet nothing shows me she ever did anything about it.

Here is the thing, Jess doesn't need to be Gwen's mom, but she can't just insist to have her and be her mentor, and don't think about checking on her in something other than her kicking-ass abilities. Even if she doesn't want to deal with it, she should have either seen how to make her father see reason, or lock her in the room with the spider-man psych.

Considering how things go in this movie, neither thing happens.

And it feels more painfully obvious when you see how much Gwen tries to appeal to her emotionally.

In a vaccum, none of these are a big deal, but the more I think about it the more heartbreaking this is for me to watch.

This is why I find these to be such a big deal: Gwen doesn't like to do emotional shit.

I know, I probably repeated that more times than I can count; but let that sink in contrast to what's going on.

After Peter died, she decided to not have any friends because she couldn't deal with the grief, with Miles only getting past that rule because they are both spiders plus chemistry. And even then, when you see Miles asking if she is going to talk to her dad, she decided to crack a joke and brush the idea as swiftly as possible.

When her dad tells her about the break in the spider-woman case, she tries to brush it off with false enthusiasm at first, and then when she gives a more honest response is more out of bubbling annoyance that truly her trusting him with something.

She isn't baring her heart open in these moments though, let's not have it twisted; however, she is trying to use emotion as a way to appeal to Jess, which is not her first move with most people in general. Even when she is not actively giving her an in-depth explanation, in each of those moments she is giving the emotional context as to why this is so hard.

"You never got too close to someone?" -> "This person is important to me and this is hard for me, wasn't it for you?"

"But my gut says-" -> "I know this looks bad, and I can't explain how, but this isn't right, trust me."

"Tell him he is wrong!" -> I don't really need to explain this one, do it?

She continuously looks up to Jess to hear her out, and to understand what she is going through; she sees her and expects someone who can connect with her on that level and care about it.

But that's not what Jess does, because she is not her mom, she is her mentor.

For the most part, when Gwen tries to appeal to Jess emotionally speaking, Jessica shuts that idea down fast.

Now, I am going to preface this by clarifying that in real life, a mentor would probably check emotionally on the kid they are mentoring if only for the fact that when you are in charge of a kid, you should look after them. Fiction however is another ballpark, and technically speaking, a mentor shouldn't need to be doing something that is the job of the family.

A good mentor would probably understand their apprentice position and listen, since regardless of your years of experience, you can't just underestimate people or you will inevitably be surpassed. However, Jess isn't trying to be anything like that; she wants to teach Gwen her way, and her way says that emotions are kind of on the way. So regardless if it isn't what Gwen needs, she will insist on that.

I think there can be a way to accept emotions but also don't let them cloud your decisions, yet again, Jess is not interested in that, and I Gwen actually have normal, supportive parents (or even just one,) I wouldn't be so hung up about this. But she doesn't and Jess knows this.

Superhero or not, Gwen is just a teen, and shouldn't need to be living this, especially because I freaking doubt this is a canon event or something; with the resources they have, and the people they have on board, I can't believe there isn't a way they could have talk to Captain Stacy and made him see reason.

But they didn't, because they are more worried about spider-man duties than whatever is going on to the person under the mask, and for them, this is just what comes with the territory so you have the suck it up. Even if this is perfectly avoidable once you think of it.

That's something that I had been thinking about a lot while doing my post on the organization as well as the one with Gwen falling in Mumbatthan. The spiders are stronger together, and in general working as a team gives them not only better chances at saving people, but also helping with the stress they have and being there for each other. That isn't the goal of the organization though.

Miguel's mission is to preserve the canon and to put people from other dimensions back into their respective ones, anything else is probably secondary to him. Sure, if someone asks for help from another Spider I don't think he would stand in the way; except if it is a canon event, which in that case, he will probably say to people to suck it up.

The pain they have, the trauma they are suffering, while being together helps it was never the end goal to help with that, and there is no regard in avoiding said pain. This is a job first and foremost, which is the attitude Jess has.

Gwen is not her kid, or even a young student, she is a coworker; one that she needs to guide a bit, but her subordinate at the end of the day.

Sometimes the waters get muddier, on both sides if I am honest.

I will touch a bit on other scenes, but I wanted to bring up this one in particular because there is something that feels a bit more mother-daughter than it probably has any right to show.

Now I will be the first to admit this may be a me thing, I can be very formal in real life and that goes double with people who are older than me and in a position of power over me, the only exception to that rule is my current boss because he is the mythical creature of being a manager who remembers employees are people too.

Gwen is not like that, she jokes and doesn't give too much of a shit regardless if you are Miguel or a bad guy. However there is something in the way Gwen acts that feels she wouldn't be phrasing stuff like this if it was Miguel on the other side; again, back to her using emotion as a first resource rather than as a lashing effect of her anger.

Jess, while being kind of no-nonsense overall, is also not the most formal, because this is the spider society and Miguel had the bad luck to be the only straight-laced one while everybody else tries to be a comedian for the most part. But there is a way that she talks to Gwen that for me feels kind of like her not fully keeping this professional either.

I can't fully put it into words, so feel free to not make seriously on this one, but there is something about the way Jess is commenting on the situation that reminds me more of a mom than any of my bosses.

Then we have scenes like this.

I am sorry but this part really first like is a discussion between mother and daughter, even with contexts the way the scene delivers gives that energy.

This isn't exactly wrong by itself, nor is it truly that surprising. The boss I mentioned before had also mentioned off-topic that me and my other coworker (who is a couple of years older than me,) are almost like his kids, and we share an age range. However he doesn't try to parent us really, and even if some of the comments are very much 'now listen to me kids' he quickly remembers we are adults and would drop topics or decisions we made that I know wouldn't be his reaction has been one of the kids that are actually kids.

It probably has more to do with the way they talk and see people younger than them that any parental feelings, and none of this is really inappropriate.

Nonetheless, the fact that Gwen craves that motherly bond makes these interactions hurt all the more for me.

Gwen may not be under the illusion that Jess is her mom, but she's subconsciously looking up to her, and the fact that Jess acts like this, even if by accident, just feels into that mentality. The mentality Gwen has that maybe Jess will listen this time, that she will take into account her feelings and her opinion in her decisions; but she continues to not do that.

For the most part.

Is a bit hard to see with the resolution I have, but when Gwen is kicking and screaming while been taken by the machine, Jess's gaze goes in another direction.

I am sorry if this is feeling repetitive, I know this post is a long one (which is funny how this post created another 2 just so those topics wouldn't be here.)

What I am trying to say with all of this, is despite Jess' insistence this is just work, that Gwen is just her pupil and she can only do so much; Jess continues to have a soft stop for Gwen that let's her get away with things. Is kind of ironic how Miguel said Gwen was a liability for her feelings for Miles, yet couldn't even consider how feelings in general would get in the way, considering Jess assigned this mission to Gwen (which then she fumbled the bag and led to the Spot becoming an actual menace,) give her a second chance, and then apparently let her go.

(It is possible she is looking for where Gwen is going to tell Miguel, but I doubt it.)

I fully believe that by the third film, Jess will probably end up either switching sides or just letting Gwen do what she wants, and even if is the first scenario I think it would be via Gwen that happens.

But to wrap things up, if Captain Stacy is not enough as a parent for Gwen because he can't do that role properly, Jess isn't good enough as a parent for Gwen because she doesn't want that role, regardless of if she sometimes kind of acts like it.

I think their relationship is fascinating, and I would love to explore more of this connection in some way; if only because the complicated nature of it makes it all the more interesting for me, but in a nutshell, is this:

Jess: I wanted an apprentice, you wanted a mom. Gwen: Well I guess we are both disappointed.

(Sorry I couldn't help myself, OOF I wish I could draw well enough for this.)

Now, with my thoughts on Rio, I could probably put them on this post because is not that long, but it will probably feel off with all this commentary I had been making, so it would be in another one.

If you got this far, congrats on your patience, and thank you for reading!

#atsv files #across the spiderverse #atsv #gwen stacy #jessica drew #spider-woman #analysis

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buckybeardreams · 2 years

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Saw this post, had some thoughts that weren't entirely related to it lol, but I kinda wanna write some identity porn now 👀👀

Peter has the biggest stupidest crush on Tony Stark, but Tony's never even met the boy, at least, he's never met Peter Parker.

Spiderman works with the Avengers on occasion, has even been in Stark Tower and was given a walkthrough of the lab, but Peter knows he'd never stand a chance if Tony knew who he really was. He's just some stupid kid with some stupid school boy crush, so there's no way someone like Tony would want him.

And when he drunkenly tweets about how Spiderman and Iron Man have so much tension they should just get a room already, he definitely didn't think Tony would see it.

But then Tony retweets it and responds with who says we don't already have one? He even tags it #ironspider—the ship name Ned came up with because Peter wouldn't shut up about Tony—and Peter's sure it's a joke.

It has to be, right?

But what if it's not…

He has to test the man, has to find out for sure if he's joking or not, so Peter sends him a DM, not really expecting a reply.

You a Spidey fan, huh, Mr. Stark? Because I have it on good authority that he sleeps in an Iron Man hoodie

He's shocked when a reply comes almost instantly, but when he clicks on it, he definitely doesn't expect the response he gets.

Oh really? Know if he gets off wearing it? Would love to see that 😉

Peter was fucking dying! Like literally blushing so hard he thought he would die!

Peter whimpered, biting his lip and reaching his hand into his pants.

Don't know, sir, but I know that I'm getting off rn

Peter couldn't believe he actually sent that! He wasn't even that drunk! He found it hard to believe any of this was even real, especially when Tony didn't hesitate to type back, yeah, you gonna send me a pic, baby boy?

Seriously, what the fuck was even happening!

Peter was pretty sure he was having a wet dream, because there was no fucking way he sent out a tweet about Spiderman and Iron Man fucking and inadvertently ended up sexting with Tony Stark as himself! There was just no fucking way!

Baby boy? And what does that make you? My daddy?

If you call me Daddy, little boy, I'm gonna need you to do more than just send me a pic

Peter shivered, whimpering as he read the warning, once, twice, his hand squeezing at his leaking cock.

"Holy fuck!" Peter whined.

You better not come without asking first was Tony's next message.

Didn't, Peter rushed to respond, typing on his phone one handed so he could keep a hand wrapped around himself, promise, Daddy

Jesus Christ, kid, you're killing me

Peter giggled.

He could all but hear Tony's groan.

Sorry, Daddy

Don't apologize when you don't mean it, brat

What makes you think I don't mean it?

Just a guess, Tony replied, quickly followed by, you still touching yourself?

Yes, sir

Sir is it?

I can't give you more than a pic, so I guess it has to be

Does that mean I'm getting a pic, baby?

#yes tony that is exactly what that means!!#you are definitely getting a pic #starker #ironspider

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spider-man-199999 · 1 year

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Web love || Spider-Man 4

Summary: Spider-Man saved you that one time when you needed him and now he comes and checks up on you every single day.

Author's note: I'm honestly so demotivated to write this part since the whole series flopped and idk why

previously on web love: part 1 part2 part 3

this pic is a representation of how Peter feels about his mixed feeling in this fic

"...Life often times opens doors we never really expected to ever be open. And often times these new opportunities lead us to experiencing things we never have dreamed of. And these experiences shape us into the person we become. But sometimes the person we see in the mirror is not the person we want to be. Taking particular roles in life bring us misery, especially when we are not mentally prepared to meet other's expectations for this "social role". And now that we have grown up, we have gone this far, who do we owe it to? When you look back on your life you realize that it's not the groundbreaking turning point that has made us who we are but it was the little everyday things like meeting someone new, doing things you have never done before and generally having the courage to put yourself out there in the world are actually the things that really change us. Those are the things that speak for us the loudest in society and those are the things to which I owe who I am now." Peter's voice rang in the classroom as he read his English essay, his palms sweaty and his cheeks rosy. After he finished his speech the teacher thanked him and told him to sit down and as he walked down to this seat he flipped Ned off, who was filming him with his phone the whole time.

"What are you doing, nuthead?" Peter whispered to him

"I'm going to send this to Y/N, she helped you write that and wanted me to tell her how it went. But we live in the 21st century so I thought it would be better to show her instead''

"Sure, fine, even though I probably look like a dumbass-" he started saying as the teacher shushed them. Peter shook his head, getting a text from you.

Killsforpills: So, I heard the reading went well.

Spywalker: Not bad, not bad

Killsforpills: PUBG after school?

Spywalker: I have work

Killsforpills: Ok, I'll be playing if you decide to join at some point

After the last time Spider-man had come to visit he had vanished once again. You would spend most of your free time just playing videogames and doing school work. Keeping your thoughts occupied was the best way for your to not go insane after everything. Deadpool stopped showing up as well, which left you thinking that maybe this insanity was finally over for good. Maybe it was time to turn the page and try to find a boyfriend or something. Everyone around seemed occupied with someone else, Peter and MJ, Ned and some girl from their school. You felt left out, crying yourself to sleep more times than you would wish for.

Spidey, of course, was not happy about the fact either. He would always check up on you when he could, come see you as much as possible. The issue was that he felt like he had made a really big mess when he visited the last time. He was feeling like a hot mess as well, all these things happening to him. The pressure of being Spider-man, the guilt of lying to MJ about his feelings, the pain from seeing you hurt. It was all piling up, making him slowly lose his mind in all the stress. He would get injure more often than before, do worse on his test. He even seemed to space out often enough to make Ned and MJ worried about him. He would brush it off and tell them not to pay him attention ‘’it’s just superhero things’’ he would say and put on a fake smile for them. It got to the point where Ned had to call and make you try and get something out of him

“You have to call him and make him play a game together! Please, he refuses to talk to us! We need you to find something out....’‘ Ned whined through the phone, convincing you to help him.

“I don’t mean to be rude but why don’t you ask MJ? She’s his girlfriend, surely she’ll get more out of him than me.”

“We tried everything, you’re our last hope! Maybe he needs someone he doesn’t see every single day to open up to! Just try, ok?’‘

‘‘Ok, fine, I’ll try’‘ You agreed with a sigh escaping your lips.

The ringing sound was filling your ear as you had already dialed Peter, trying to reach him. After a few rings you gave up on the call, throwing your phone on the bed behind you and messaging Ned.

Killsforpills: He’s not picking up

Iamfriendswithsidey: Call him again. PLEASE

Killsforpills: Surely he would have picked up if he wanted to talk, maybe he’s busy.

You heard the vibrations from behind you, turning to see Peter calling you. Rushing to pick up you stumbled in the bed, groaning as you hit your leg and rolled on the bed, picking up.

‘‘Hey, you called’‘ You barely heard the boy’s voice from what seemed like wind

‘‘Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to play some Minecraft, ouch’‘

“What’s wrong?’‘

‘‘Fuck, um nothing, I hit my leg in the bed and it’s bleeding’‘

‘‘I’ll be over in a bit’‘

‘‘Wait, I....’‘ he had already hung up.

You felt kind of bad, maybe he thought it was a serious injury and that’s why he was rushing over but in reality it was just a scratch and he was going to go out of his way for nothing. After what seemed an eternity you heard the doorbell, walking over to open the door. Peter walked in with a worried expression on his face, scanning you to see where the injury was.

‘‘What happened? Are you alright?” He asked as he threw his bag on the couch and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the bathroom.

‘‘Peter, it’s literally just a scratch, you shouldn’t have walked all the way here! I can take care of that’‘

He didn’t even bother to listen to you, sitting you down on the edge of the tub and looking through the cabinet for rubbing alcohol and bandages.

‘‘It’s going to sting’‘ He said in a serious tone, cleaning the wound.

‘‘You don’t need to do this for just a scratch’‘

He looked up, his gaze piercing right through your body, making you shiver.

‘‘You’ve done it too many times for me’‘

‘‘I haven’t?”

‘‘I mean you would have done it for me too’‘ he said suddenly embarrassed, placing a plaster on the scratch and getting up.

‘‘Hey, what’s with your hands?’‘ His hands were all covered in plaster and bandage

‘‘It’s nothing, work stuff’‘

‘‘Peter, I’m serious, what’s going on? Ned and MJ are very worried about you, you cut me off every time I try to spend time with you, what’s wrong? You know you can tell me. You’ve been acting kind of odd lately.’‘

He looked up, one eye squinting lightly because of the light above you. He put on a fake smile, packing the things he used back.

‘‘I really do think it would be best for you if you didn’t know’‘ he said softly and got up, walking out of the bathroom and sitting on the kitchen counter (like Spider-man used to do every time he would hag out), grabbing a glass and pouring himself a glass of orange juice. Everything felt oddly familiar when you saw he scene. The way his legs hung, the way he threw his head back as he drank, his jawline. Even the way he wiped his mouth with his sleeve sparked some weird sensation in your chest. You tried to brush it off, trying not to think about it and sat down on the couch, turning the tv on. You two spent the evening playing Minecraft together but by the time Peter had to go it felt like you made little to no progress with him. I guess talking about feelings was not his thing.

***

After Peter left your apartment that night, you couldn’t sleep well. After hours of spinning and tossing around in your bed, all the memories of Spider-Man kept rushing through your head, his voice, the way he talked, the way he moved, everything was adding up in your head, it felt like you were about to explode. You never really spent much time with Peter, especially alone, so you never really had a close observation on his behaviour. Yet, somehow, everything clicked. The clock was striking 2 am when you decided maybe it was finally time to confront the situation. Your feelings were getting caught up in the mix as well, making it even worse. It really did feel like your head was spinning, you couldn’t breathe well, your heart was beating so fast it was going to explode just like your head. A panic attack? You’d didn’t know what to do. The only person you knew you need to talk to was Peter. So, almost on impulse, you picked up your phone and dialled his number. You heard the dial in your ear, it was so loud you had to pull the phone slightly away form your face. Just as you did that, the dial stopped and you heard a faint voice from the small device.

“Hello?”

Your breathing got heavier, your heart started beating faster and the room really started spinning.

“Hello? Y/N, are you alright?” The words echoed in the room, a bit more clear this time, you felt tears rolling down your cheeks.

“N-no” you managed to whisper through heavy breaths

“Where are you?” Peter asked, starting to panic himself, which made you more worried.

“Home” you said softly, breaking down in a cry at this point

“Okay, listen to me. I want you to breathe slowly, follow my lead” he told you, voice still panicked as he started taking deep breaths, listening closely to you as you started copying him. “I’m on my way to you, okay? Just keep breathing”

“I’m so sorry” you muffled out, through soft cries, handing up form the panic and breaking down. You didn’t expect to have a panic attack when you called him, or for it to get worse when you did. You didn’t expect him to actually come around, but he did, at 2:30 am, he was knocking on your door.

You had managed to calm down a bit at that point, opening the door a bit hesitantly. His heart shattered when he saw you like that, immediately hugging you and closing the door behind him.

“What’s wrong? What happened? How can I help?” He asked as he held you close, his scent filled your nostrils and eased your nerves a little bit. You could hear his heartbeat. Why was it so fast? Was was this so scary?

“I want you to be honest with me.” You said against his chest, pulling away shortly after so you could look at his face. “Are you… God this sounds so crazy, I promise I’m not crazy! Are you Spider-Man?”

The words spilled out and it suddenly became silent. Peter let go of you, hands going through his hair as he nervously paced around. He didn’t really manage to put a much of an outfit, he was in sweatpants and a loose white T-shirt that moved up with the motion of his hands and exposed his lower stomach. He seemed like he was having a crisis, walking around, squatting down. He looked very nervous and overwhelmed. Was he the one having a panic attack now? The boy stared at the floor, his hair was all messed up, remaining squat down as he exhaled heavily.

“How… did you find out?” He asked coldly, not looking at you.

***

Iamfriendswithspidey: Did you talk to Peter?

The messaged popped up on your screen as you were in the middle of a fight with Peter. You both looked at the phone that was on the couch, the screen showing 3:45 am. Shit, you had been arguing for more than an hour now. The nervous pacing continued for a while from both of you, but the tiredness and the emotional drain was so bad it made you sit down, him on the counter and you on the backrest of the couch, looking at him.

"What did you tell him?" Peter asked, feeling defeated already

"Nothing at all, he asked me to check up on you because you were acting weird and distant. Never got to the point of figuting out what was wrong with you." You replied, voice filled with anger and sadness. The text message was followed by a call, with both of you staing at the screen as it rang, so you could gather your thoughts.

"So..." You broke the silence after Ned gave up "We're set on how you became Spider-man... Care to explain everything else?" You crossed your hands in front of your chest.

"I-" he started, looking down at his lap almost like he was building up the courage. "Well... you see... I don't even know how to explain something I don't understand myself"

"You can try, becuase I'm dying to know why you would do something like this"

"What did I do exactly?"

"Peter...What didn't you do?" You said in frustration, getting up and pacing around again "You would come here, spend time with me for a month straight, every fucking day. You would make me laugh and comfort me and get to know me and all of that bullshit and then leave like it meant nothing! Did it really mean nothing to you?''

"Of course it meant something!'' he jumped off the counter catching up to you to grab your arm "I wouldn't have done any of this if you meant less. I overstepped all of my boundries to be here with you.''

You looked at him, tears starting to stream down your face.

"So you could abandon me? Like you didn't care? Like I was nothing? I spent weeks crying, trying to figure out what I did wrong to push you away" You pulled away from his grip, breaking down in front of him. You could see his emotions getting the better of him as well, his breathing rapid and sharp, his fist clenching.

"You thought it was easy for me too?" He asked, anger bubbling up in his chest. "To have so many people dependent on you? To be constantly scared that the people you care most about could end up hurt because of you?"

"So you thought disappearing on them would make it all better?"

"No, not at all" He let out a sigh, looking down at his lap again. "It just got so complicated, the more I came over, the closer we got and then I just-" He looked back up, looking at your teary eyes "I couldn't help it, I really couldn't, we clicked so well and it was so easy with you and I... I just fell for you, so hard, I was terrified, I couldn't tell you as Spider-Man, I couldn't tell you I was Spider-Man... I had to find some other solution"

"You know what the worst part about this is" you said between sobs "It's that I feel in love with you too''.

He pulled you in after that, hugging you tightly. You tried pushing him but he was much stronger. You cried into his chest, gripping his shirt. He didn't say anything, hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he rested his chin on top of your head.

"Stop" you begged him "Please stop doing this, now that I know it's you, it hurts even worse"

"Why?" He asked, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible

"Because you're dating someone else" you said, helplessly hitting his chest with your fist, trying to make him let go. "Please let me go, I can't do this"

"I'm not letting you go" He shook his head, kissing your forehead "I'm never letting you go, I'm sorry for everything, if I were more of a man, none of this would have happened''

You continued helplessly hitting him, crying in his arms. He hugged you tighter, crying into your hair.

"I would understand if you never want to see me again" he whispered.

"I don't hate you, Peter'' you whispered back. "I just need some time to process all of this"

#marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #spiderman imagine #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman x y/n #spiderman #fanfiction #creative writing #writing #peter perker imagine #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x you #peter parker #imagine

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80pairsofcrocs · 2 years

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baby scarab || 51

anon - i love this series sm 😭 what if baby scarab runs into one of her old abusive foster families and steven has to prevent jake and marc from fronting and he fails miserably

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anon - BS having a nightmare about her dads hurting her?

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A/N : just a reminder that dreams are visions into another universe :(

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : using poe dameron gifs bc idk where to find more mk ones :(

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, old foster parents bringing up old shit, an almost panic attack, nightmare, protective dads, mentions of pedophilia, let me know if i missed anything.

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“wait so they just started following you and saying things-“ marc stops himself. “wait what did they even say?”

you sigh for what feels like the millionth time.

it was the next morning, marc drinking coffee while interrogating you now that you felt better, taking your medication at the right times now.

your head still felt a little off, but better enough to be able to think straight.

“frank told you, didn’t he?” you dodge the question and marc nods.

“well- yeah but i want to hear it from you” he says honestly and you hum.

“what if i don’t want to talk about it?” you ask and reach for the remote, turning on the tv until marc takes it away, turning it back off.

“then i’d tell you that whenever you feel like it, you can. whenever you want” he begins. “oh, and i already called you in today, so don’t even think about leaving alone”

“but i need more pop tarts we ran out again” you whine and marc scoffs.

“how are we out already? we just- nevermind” he sighs.

“i can go to the market with you later, if you want” steven offers and you smile.

“see? this is why stevens my favorite” you start. “plus i won’t be alone, i’ll have you guys” you say, and marc rolls his eyes.

“i know but-“

“you still worry, yeah i get it but it’ll be a short trip, what could happen?”

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you took forever getting ready, but now you and steven were hand in hand on the way to the store.

you found it comforting to be holding one of your dads hands while you were in public.

it comforted them too.

you had been touch starved ever since you remember, and now that you’ve been completely comfortable with all your dads, you had no problem with just taking their hand in yours just because you feel like it.

now all three of them had lacked comfort as well.

marc being abused by his mother after his brother passed away, stevens life being a bit messed up by not knowing he had an american man living inside him, and jake, who had been in hiding, only coming out to protect steven or marc without them knowing.

marc and jake loved it especially because it made them feel special.

they’ve killed so many people- and knowing that a teenage girl trusts them makes them feel like they can actually be good people.

and that’s because they are, they just don’t believe it.

steven though, has just simply never had anybody.

all the dates that had been messed up, and just no time to ever connect with anyone until now.

he simply just liked the feeling of having someone that wanted to connect with him, especially his kid.

now back to walking on the sidewalk, steven guides you into the less crowded store and grabs a basket, you letting go of his hand while he does so.

“now why don’t you go get your pop tarts, and meet me by the produce” he starts. “how does that sound?” he asks and you smile while nodding.

“it sounds great” you begin, walking backwards. “see you in a minute” you turn around to the pop tarts while steven wanders towards the produce.

it was almost empty in the store, thank khonshu, while you walked down the aisles, searching for your favorite flavor of pop tarts.

you found them and picked up the box with a small smile, about to go find steven when you heard a voice that made that smile disappear, a frown replacing it with semi widened eyes.

“is that y/n? y/n y/l/n?” you turn around and see a middle aged woman, and an adult woman as well, looking like the older ‘sister’ you once had.

the last home you were in, the one where you spent most of your time starved in a basement- this was the family.

well, some of it at least.

the older woman- your old ‘mother’ looked at you in shock, and you just stared back, the pop tart box in a tight grip in your hand.

you just clench your jaw as they both walked towards you with small smiles.

“oh, look how you’ve grown-“ the older lady says, putting a hand out towards your face but you hit it away.

“don’t” you whisper out, your voice not wanting to get any higher. “please leave me alone” you back up and turn to get away from them when the person looking at you when you turned around made your breath hitch and stop in your tracks.

it was him.

your old ‘father’.

he was older. but he still had that same scowl on his face whenever he looked at you.

“what the hell is she doing here? i thought she was still in the crazy place” is the first thing he says, nearing both the women, and when he passed you, you couldn’t help but flinch when he got too close.

you felt overwhelmed, and your ears felt like someone had shoved a bunch of cotton balls in them.

just hearing all their voices made you want to hide in your room under your bed for the rest of your life.

you just shakily watched all of them stare at you while you breathed heavily and clutched the food to your chest.

you couldn’t bring yourself to move back, it was like your feet were cemented into the floor.

the thing is, you were scared- no, terrified.

you could go your whole life not knowing whatever happened to these people, yet here they are.

“yeah i thought she’d still be there too but obviously she’s not” the younger girl says and you blink away tears, not wanting them to see you cry.

the large man just stared down at you, not sure what to think.

the last time he saw you, he sent you away and watched as you were knocked out and wheeled away after being deemed insane.

and now here you were, staring at them like they were ghosts.

“are you okay?” your old ‘sister’ asks and your eyebrows furrow as you bite your lip.

“please don’t-“

“why are you acting so scared, huh?” the man asks and you avoid looking near him as his voice sounded tense and angry.

you could bring yourself to say anything, just hearing his voice brought back too many memories.

when he would smack you around for breathing too loud, or not being grateful so he would throw you in the basement.

or just throw things at you, like glass bottles or heavy books just for fun.

“what did we ever do to you?” he says to you, making your head shoot your to look at him through blurry vision.

“you starved me and locked me in a basement” you end up letting out a quiet whimper at the end of your sentence, putting a hand to your mouth to not let anything else out, afraid he would actually hit you in public.

“because you were ungrateful” he starts, scoffing while the two women just give him subtle judgmental looks. “and it looks like you still are. let me guess, you made some fancy couple pity you so that you would get adopted” he states and you shake your head.

he just scoffs again and the younger woman rolls her eyes.

“just leave her, she doesn’t want to see us and she isn’t our problem anymore” she says and you blink rapidly to try and makes the tears go away.

“oh jesus- you’re crying? you think i can’t see through your act?” he steps closer to you. “you’re crazy. delusional. you better get your ass back in that asylum before you scare anyone else off” he grits out and you make a furrow your brows.

“oh you don’t know, do you?” he starts, a bitter smile on his face as he takes another step closer, the two women just ignoring everything and browsing the shelves.

“your first family? when they found out about you they gave you back” he starts and your frown deepens. “last i heard they left town after not feeling safe in their own home. reports of feeling like they were being watched every since you left”

“can’t you see? you just leave danger in your path, you scare people, and that- the fact that you are a deranged little kid is the reason it got you abused”

he took yet another step closer, so that he was really in your face.

“i don’t know why we ever took you in. always ungrateful, and disrespectful” he shakes his head, glaring into your eyes as if you murdered his entire family.

your eyes just filled with more tears, while you shrunk into yourself, feeling small once again like you did only a few years ago.

“i don’t know why anyone would ever want someone like you. you’re a psychopath. you see things, hear things, and you terrify anybody that gets to know you”

“and that’s all you’ll ever do. you can’t do anything else, you’re a defenseless, weak little kid, you’ll never amount to anything” he chuckles darkly.

he is about to continue when he’s roughly shoved away, and the two women turn their attention back to help the man from stumbling over.

steven was the one who shoved him away, putting a hand out in front of you as a foe of protection as you stare at the floor with wide, teary eyes.

“have you gone mad?” steven exclaims, looking at the man with disgust and surprise.

“this is a kid you’re talking to- a completely normal one at that” steven defends you while he feels both marc and jake trying to push him away so that they could have their own talks with the man.

steven quickly tells them to stop, and that he can handle this in his head, no longer feeling the pressure in his head after that.

“so? what’s it to you? i was just telling her i was surprised to see she was still-“

“what? still what?” steven presses impatiently.

“sane, by now i thought she’d be kept in padded rooms by the way she used to act around us” he starts. “embarrassing us then acting like nothing happened” he mutters and steven scoffs.

“maybe you should be the one in the asylum” his eye twitches in anger, and he stands a bit more in front of you.

“she is not crazy- and she isn’t some defenseless kid! hell, she could probably take you down is she wanted to” steven shouts at him and the man rolls his eyes.

“oh yeah? why are you even defending her? do you know what she sees? she sees things that aren’t even there” he explains and steven shakes his head.

“i’m defending her because she is my daughter- and because it’s the right thing to do” steven begins and the man’s composure falters for a second.

“and yes. i know of her illness, and it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. and do you know why? it’s because that doesn’t define who she is! she is the smartest kid i’ve ever met- and she is literally capable of anything you don’t even understand” steven stops himself and you shakily reach a hand to tug at his sleeve, making him turn around with softer eyes.

he just gives you a nod, and turns to the man one last time.

“if i hear that you’ve said a single word to her again- and that applies to all of you- we will personally see to it that you can never speak again” steven ends darkly and turns around to guide you away from them.

the commotion had gathered a small crowd, all of them on your and stevens side after hearing steven yelling at them.

“hey kid, you alright?” you hear marc ask and you just distractedly nod while adjusting your hold on the pop tart box.

“i’m.. im alright. thank you guys” you end quietly and steven stops the both of you behind one of the taller shelves for some privacy.

“i’m sorry if i freaked you out, i don’t know what came over me, i-“ you cut steven off by hugging him tightly.

“he deserved it” you assure him.

“he deserved more” jake scoffs and you sigh, letting go of steven and avoiding eye contact.

“maybe he’s right. maybe i’m cursed or something” you start, steven shaking his head.

“everywhere i go, danger follows. yesterday with those guys, and now today with.. them” you sigh and put your pop tarts in the basket steven was holding, making sure they didn’t crush the fresh fruits and vegetables.

“you aren’t cursed, it was just bad luck” steven guides you to the checkout, while you just listen to him talk.

“he didn’t know what he was talking about, trust me you aren’t insane. yes, you have your moments like when you brought a duck home, and the whole sex thing- but you’re pretty normal otherwise” he says quickly and you find yourself smiling as he pays for all the groceries, and you slip some money in his pocket for the pop tarts.

“well, as normal as you can be with the- thank you-“ he quickly thanks the lady at the register while speaking to you.

“anyways, you got bit by a radioactive spider and now you have spider powers, and in my personal opinion i think that’s a bit more strange than your illness” steven whispers to you honestly and you smile, taking the bag from him so that you could hold his hand again as you walked out of the store.

“you don’t have to carry that-“

“yes i do” you tell him and he stays quiet.

the walk home is quiet, which you liked since you had an odd sense of closure with your old ‘family’.

you’d never seen steven act like that before, even the way he so aggressively pushed that man away from you and yelled at him.

that was always more marc and jakes thing, but honestly seeing steven stand up for something he knew was right made you proud of him.

he was proud of himself too, he didn’t even think he had it in him to stand up to anybody like that, especially someone much larger than him.

he felt an adrenaline rush when he saw that man all up in your face.

he was waiting just a bit too long by the produce when he decided to look for you, and when he turned a corner some guy was just insulting you and calling you crazy.

what happened in his head, is that he beat the absolute shit out of that guy and took you home so that he could watch your favorite show with you while you calmed down.

well, he got the ending right because after putting away all the groceries that’s exactly what you did.

you were sat next to him, messing with your hair rather than actively watching tv.

steven had noticed of course, too. he was watching you.

but not in a creepy way, no, more like in a worried way.

you would usually be talking his ear off, or at least doing something to interact with him.

but here you were. sitting almost a foot away from him while your head was in space.

it was the most awkward you and steven have ever been to be honest.

it was either you or him making conversation, and he didn’t even know what to say.

he didn’t want to trigger you or set you off if he says the wrong thing, but he also wanted to give you a sense of closure.

marc and jake both agreed that steven should just man up and say something, just to at least make you feel a little better.

“so.. y/n. if there’s anything you’d like to talk about i’d-“

“why would i want to talk about it? i already said i was fine” you interrupt him with an all too fake smile.

“darling, this is really bothering you, isn’t it?” steven states more than questions and you give up and nod.

“more than it should” you mumble angrily.

“here, how would you usually release your anger when you were in foster homes?”

“steven how does this help, amigo?” jake asks and steven shushes him.

“just trust me” he mutters and you think about it for a second before answering hesitantly.

“sometimes i would punch the wall until my hands were bleeding” you mumble and steven hums.

“glad you grew out of that” he starts. “..anything else?”

“i.. i used to fight kids at school. my first fight was in second grade when i threw a rock at someone’s head and then she turned around and started pulling my hair and.. it just escalated from there” you explain and steven nods.

“okay.. so you’ve released anger physically” he nods to himself. “alright then”

you notice him tense up only a bit, and by the way he changed his posture you could tell it was marc.

“fight me” is the first thing he says and you just raise an eyebrow.

“no” you start. “what the fuck”

“yeah, come on just hit me, i’ll heal right away plus it’s not like you can actually hurt me” marc chuckles and you deadpan at him.

“no. ass”

“aww, y/n come on” he tries to convince you and you shake your head.

“just one punch, really quick” he tells you, putting both his hands up so that you could hit his palms if you wanted to.

you just stared at him with a small smile. “nah, i’m- i’m good” you say and marc sighs dramatically.

“wimp”

“shut up marc”

“chicken”

“marc”

“wuss”

“i swear to-“

“fine, i get it you’re too scared-“ you cut marc off by shoving his hands away and flipping him around by his shoulders to pin him down to the couch, twisting one of his arms behind his back and moving it up further every time he tried moving.

“hey hey hey- now wait a damn minute-“ marc takes a couple breaths.

you just smile from above him while jake laughed.

“steven was right, i feel better” you nod to yourself.

marc just lays there in defeat as jake keeps on laughing.

“see, and now you can say you’ve beat marc in a fight” you can sense the smile on stevens face.

“hey she didn’t beat me, if we were really fighting i would’ve gone easy, but i still woulda won” marc complains and you chuckle, getting off of him while he sits back up and rubs his wrist.

“sorry if i actually hurt you” you mumble.

“you didn’t, but i am proud, you did that perfectly just how i taught you” marc compliments and you find yourself smiling again before it quickly fades.

“i know i say it too much but i really do appreciate you guys” you begin. “you act like i don’t have schizophrenia, you tear me like i’m a person and really love you all for that”

you take a quick breath and continue. “it’s hard to think about everyone else before you guys because they all treated me like i was a disease or like i was just some stress ball. so they didn’t acknowledge me or they.. they hated me and hit me and-“ you cut yourself off, feeling a weight come off of your chest.

“you guys are my first real family. it’s weird saying that since im 17 but still” you lean back on the couch and marc does the same, pulling you close to him so that your head rested between his chin and his shoulder.

“and we are honored to be your first real family. we love you, honey” he presses a kiss to the top of your head, and you snuggle in closer to marc, making him chuckle.

“you tired?” he asks and you just hum.

marc adjusts you so that you’re laying more comfortably, with your head in his lap while he played with your hair, knowing you liked that.

it was almost like flipping a light switch when you fell asleep.

unexpected honestly, and you weren’t even remotely prepared for what was coming.

~~~

you woke up alone, which confused you as you sat up and looked all around the apartment.

nobody was there, and you couldn’t find any notes so you frantically looked around the house for anything, when all of a sudden jake appeared in front of you, adjusting his hat as you flinched back from shock.

“holy shit- jake you scared me what happened?” you ask him and he shakes his head slowly and you raise an eyebrow.

“jake..? you okay?” you question and he tilts his head at you.

“i am” is all he says before he slouches over, and takes off the hat.

“steven?” you ask again, and he nods slowly while you just stare at him.

“what is going on?” you mutter to yourself and he chuckles.

“you don’t know? are you delusional or something?” he ask sarcastically and your jaw drops.

“steven what the hell? are you being serious?” you exclaim, and he crosses his arms.

“you know, i only defended you so that it would hurt more” he starts and you get even more confused.

“what are you saying? are you- do you really mean that?”

“why of course i do. you think we mean anything we say?” he takes a step closer to you and you back away.

“scared, love?” he raises an eyebrow and uncrosses his arms.

“you should be. you’re stupid to trust anybody when you’re the way that you are. crazy. delusional” he takes a step closer with every word, you backing up until you’re against a wall.

“psychotic” he grins at you and you furrow your brows.

“this isn’t real” you mutter to yourself, knowing for a fact that this couldn’t actually be happening.

“yes it is, darling” he says the last word with venom laced in his tone.

“no it’s not” you grit out pushing him away from you, and right after you do, the unexpected happens.

steven brought his hand back, and released it to swing right at your face, hitting you right in the cheek.

your eyes widened and you froze up, bringing a hand up to feel where he had hit you.

you blink once, and he was gone, and you find yourself in front of a mirror.

and another blink later, you aren’t in the reflection.

the person that was in the reflection was arthur harrow, smiling at you while you tried your hardest to breath.

“no.. why.. this- you can’t-“

“your time will come, y/n. soon enough” he tells you, and then, it all goes back to black.

~~~

A/N : i’m so so sorry about the weird ending it’s really rushed bc i’m already late at posting but i really do hope you enjoyed it, stay tuned for more :)

see you all in a few days :)

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fairlyang · 4 months

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Daydreamin’ 🩰

daydreamin' by ariana grande but it's gwen thinking about miles when she's back home

w/c: 731

tags: fluff, gwen missing miles, rent free in her head, fluff

You walked in

Caught my attention

When Gwen got thrown into the middle of Times Square she was instantly confused and shocked to find she wasn't in her own New York. Her spidey sense led her to Visions Academy, for what reason? She was unsure until she was hanging by her locker and felt this instant energy with some guy.

It was weird and it's nothing like anything she's ever experienced, it felt different and special. She knew she had to stick around to get the answers she needed.

A few days later she's in a psychics class when that guy walked in, her spidey sense was going crazy. Interesting.

I've never seen

A man with so much dimension

He wasn't like anyone she's ever stumbled upon, he had to be special because she's never had this much of a reaction towards someone.

And maybe it wasn't just the spidey sense.

There was something about him that she couldn't lay her finger on. What was it?

She tried her hardest to push away the thought that he sure did have a cute smile. She had to figure things out and not get distracted.

It's the way you walk

The way you talk

The one you make me feel inside

But she really couldn't help it. Especially when she felt someone bump into her and low and behold it was him. He gave her a semi-awkward introduction and right after, she gave hers.

She thought hers was even worse because she kept babbling on about being South African, was he even listening?

It's in your smile

It's in your eyes

I don't wanna wait for tonight

She rambled on with no care in the world and admired the way his eyes glistened while looking back at her. Then afterwards the little smile he gave her before gently grabbing her shoulder.

Suddenly all hell breaks loose when his hand is stuck onto her hair and she's trying her hardest to help him relax, now knowing he was just like her, but him seeming oblivious.

And unfortunately she had to shave a part of her hair off, it did piss her off for the rest of the school day until she calmed herself and couldn't really blame him. He was clearly new at this, and she ended up confirming that theory when saving him and Peter B from Doc Ock.

So I'm daydreamin'

With my chin in the palm of my hands

About you

You

And only you

Got me

Then after a few days it all came to an end. She couldn't stop thinking about him. How could one boy that she knew for less than a week, live freely in in her thoughts?

She'd sit in her classes, chin on her palm and remember the memories of the first day she met him. Or even how she saw him briefly before then. She thought he was cute before and tried to ignore those thoughts not knowing he was going to end up changing her life.

That he was going to be the reason she'd be able to go back home but once she got there, there was nothing she wanted more than to go back to him.

To spend more time with him, swing together, chat about anything and everything possible. To give advice and help him with whatever he asked.

She grew bored of being in her dimension and without the friends she made. But more specifically Miles.

Daydreaming, with my chin in the palm of my hands

About you

You

And only you

Only you

How did she end up going to have such strong feelings towards a boy like that? Why can't she get him out of her head? Why was her heart thumping every time she daydreams of every moment she had with him? How was it possible for her to gain feeling towards him so quickly?

She hadn't seen him in weeks now and all she had was a Polaroid picture of her with him, and her memories.

Along with the dreams she'd end up sleeping to and waking up with. She wanted nothing more than to see his smile, hear his laugh, see him in his new and improved suit, that she thought looked great.

She loved how creative he was as well as how strong and intelligent he was. She missed him. A lot.

#Gwen Stacy #across the spiderverse #gwen stacy fic #gwen stacy imagine #gwen stacy fluff #ghostflower #ghostflower fluff

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beefromanoff · 7 months

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Going Under Ch. 23

summary: another night at the compound. Wanda has a bad dream. Gianna asks Bucky to stay.

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: you're the one - greta van fleet

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: some hints as to where the plot is going...some angst, but TRUST ME. I plan to have plenty of fluff too. thanks for reading, xo!

chapter list

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Gianna’s voice rang out across the stage, cutting through the air with the kind of intensity that only came from a woman scorned.

Her presence was different than before. Her eyes didn’t twinkle, her smile wasn’t audible in the way she sang, she didn’t dance around the stage. There was no glitter, no pastels, no mistaking her for some kind of character from a fairytale.

This time, she was cold. Closed off. Her eyes were hardened, darker. There was no sign of a smile on her face, her pretty features icy even under the heat of the spotlights. She clutched the microphone with both hands, never removing it from the stand. Her eyes remained locked on the camera, gliding down the wire as it filmed her.

She knew, somewhere, he was watching.

“Wanda! WANDA!”

She jolted awake with a start, assessing her surroundings immediately. Steve and Natasha’s worried faces hovered over her, with Peter’s not far behind them. Pushing herself up on her elbows, she looked around the common room.

“What happened?”

Nat sat down on the couch next to her. “I think you were having a nightmare.”

“You looked…upset.” Steve frowned.

“That, and the lamp was floating,” Peter added sheepishly, gesturing to the piece of decor in his hands. Thank God for spidey senses, or it would probably be shattered all over the floor.

Wanda rubbed her eyes with her hands. “Sorry guys, I haven’t had one in forever.” Feeling their worried gazes still on her, she forced a smile. “I’m good, promise. I just shouldn’t nap after eating so much candy.” Peter ducked as she threw an empty skittles bag at him.

Steve glanced at Natasha briefly before nodding, turning to Peter. “Alright, kid, let’s get back to it. Someone’s gotta show these recruits how to take a punch.”

Groaning, Peter traipsed out the door after him. “Something tells me it’s not gonna be you.”

When the elevator doors had closed behind them, Natasha turned back to Wanda, the room silent. “Was this one like before?”

Wanda hung her head, replaying the scene in her head. “It felt…similar. It felt so real. But I don’t understand, it doesn’t make sense.”

Nat put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. “What happened? Who…who was the dream about?”

“It was Gianna.” Wanda squeezed her eyes closed. “She was performing again. She looked…broken. Angry. I could feel her pain, it was overwhelming. She felt…alone.” She looked directly at Natasha. “She felt abandoned.”

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“Care for some company?”

Gianna looked up from where she sat out on the balcony, watching the sunset across the lake. Her hair was damp from showering, staining the shoulders of her sweatshirt. She tucked her notebook behind her knees, hiding it from the subject of her writing.

“It depends, is the company as handsome as you are?”

Bucky grinned, looking down. It was almost painful how adorable she found his humility. Even after all this time, he still struggled to take a compliment, especially from her.

“Guilty.” He sat down in the overstuffed patio chair next to her. “Didn’t feel like going all the way down tonight?”

“I ate way too much lasagna for that kind of a trek,” Gianna put a hand over her stomach, groaning. “Plus, I’ve gotta save something for the morning. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but my daily schedule isn’t exactly overflowing.”

“If you want, I can sign you up for a shift helping Sam train air agility.” Bucky shrugged. “It’s the most fun job in the whole place.”

She raised an eyebrow, already seeing where this was going. “How exactly do you help him train air mobility?”

“Mainly by throwing things at him while he flies. Rocks, benches, tires, Peter…” He trailed off, chuckling as Gianna shoved him, giggling despite herself.

“Be nice!”

“Okay, okay, no training for you.” He gestured to her notebook. “New song?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She winked, holding it to her chest.

“Alright.” He looked at her for a second before standing up and silently walking towards the doors.

“Wait, hey!” Gianna called after him. “Where are you going?”

He smirked over his shoulder as he pulled open the door. “Two can play at that game.”

Moments later, he reappeared through the door holding a small black leather notebook and pen. She eyed him as he returned to his seat next to her, opening it without a single look at her. Clicking his pen, he began to scrawl onto the page.

“Are you making fun of me?” Gianna cocked her head to the side.

“Ah, I wouldn't dream of it.”

She watched him write, a suppressed smile set on his stubbled jawline. After a moment, she clicked her own pen. “Fine.”

They sat quietly for close to ten minutes, the scratch of pen on paper and rustle of wind in the trees filling the air. Unable to focus on her lyrics any longer, Gianna gave in. “Alright, I cave. I’m tapping out.”

Bucky looked up at her innocently, pen still hovering above the page. “What do you mean?”

“Come on, you’re clearly baiting me with something.” She rolled her eyes. “Where did you even find that? Is it Peter’s? If it’s for one of his classes, he’s gonna freak out when he sees it’s gone.”

“It’s mine.” He blinked.

She narrowed her eyes. Over the past few months, she’d gotten exceptionally good at reading his poker face. Either he’d leveled up recently, or…he wasn’t kidding.

“If it’s yours, then how have I never seen it?”

“I really only write in it at night.” He shrugged. “You were either asleep on the bus or in your own room.”

Her posture changed as the tone shifted from teasing to vulnerable. “What do you write about?”

“Oh you know,” His smirk returned. “A list of everyone who’s ever wronged me, the names of all the women I’m juggling, new things to throw at Sam…”

Gianna scoffed, smacking him with her own book. “I knew it, you’re messing with me!” Bucky laughed, covering his head from her blows. She saw an opportunity and lunged, snagging the book out of his hand and jumping out of her chair.

“Wait - Gianna,” He leapt after her, one step behind as she scurried to the corner of the balcony, the pages already open. Bucky breathed out, watching as her eyes began to process the words. Her smile sank, eyes flicking across the words.

Week two of tour. Tried fancy coffee, turns out it isn’t bad. Hazelnut latte (if they ask what milk, say regular)

Gianna is different than I thought. Soft, kind. Funny. She made me play carnival games I haven’t played since Steve and I were kids. I don’t think she knew how much I enjoyed it. I need to be nicer to her. She tries so hard to make me feel welcome.

I think she’s glad I’m here. I’m glad too.

She flicked a few pages ahead, heart pounding in her chest.

Remember - Gianna doesn’t like rushed mornings. She said it makes her feel like she’s on a hamster wheel. Can try waking her up earlier than scheduled so she can get coffee? Or I could bring it. I’ll try tomorrow.

Also, Steve finally starting to admit he has feelings for Nat. Maybe they’ll have it figured out by the time I get back.

She flipped ahead.

She asked me to stay with her. I know it’s just because she’s scared. I wish it wasn’t.

I wish I could take away everything scary in her world. I don’t want to see her cry ever again. I want to wipe her tears and keep away anything that threatens to bring them back.

And then I hope she still wants me to stay with her.

Gianna looked up, eyes brimming. She slowly lowered the book down and stepped to Bucky. He stood, tense, waiting for her reaction. Gently setting the book down on a chair, she stepped into his arms, wrapping him into a hug. He relaxed in her embrace, breathing out and resting his chin on her head. Her fists held bunches of his shirt as she clung to him, the last bits of evening sun warm on their skin.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled her head back and looked up at him. Her eyes were watery but crinkled at the corners, the way they always were when her smile spread across her face.

“I want you to stay.”

He nodded, playing it cool as he looked over her head and soaked in the sunset. His lips were curled in the slightest smile as he panned the horizon, holding her. Finally looking down, his blue eyes settled on hers. “You can’t take that back.”

“Why would I ever want to?”

Finally, Bucky’s grin broke through. He knelt down and picked Gianna up, hands grabbing the back of her legs and pulling them around his waist. She squealed in surprise as he spun her around, throwing her arms around his neck for stability. When he stopped turning, she put her hands on his cheeks, relishing in the feeling of his smile lines beneath her hands.

Gianna turned her head and ever-so-sweetly pressed her lips to his. The grin was still spread across his face, making her giggle into the kiss. After pressing several rapid-fire pecks on his lips, she pulled back and looked at him.

“I mean it,” She tucked a strand of dark hair behind his ear. “Stay with me. Tonight.”

His eyes flicked to hers, looking for confirmation. Gianna simply nodded, biting her lower lip.

That evening seemed to play out in slow motion. They’d rejoined the others inside, catching the tail end of whatever movie was playing. Neither Bucky nor Gianna could focus on anything besides each other. Sitting in the corner of the sectional, she leaned back into him, relaxing under the weight of his right arm draped across her. Nat leaned back into Gianna’s knees, once again putting her feet into Steve’s lap. For a brief moment during the movie, Steve turned to steal a glance at his best friend. Their eyes met over the heads’ of the two women between them and Bucky grinned.

It had been so long, decades since they’d both been happy like this. Bucky wasn’t even sure they’d ever both been in a relationship at the same time. Although he and Natasha liked to toggle between denying their relationship and choosing to accept their feelings, it was real to Steve and that made it real to Bucky. They were together, they both found someone to love them, they were safe.

It couldn’t get any better.

When the movie had ended and the team split off to their own separate rooms, Gianna poked around the common space, making up reasons to be the last person still out. Bucky sat at the kitchen island, watching her straighten the pillows on the couch for the fourth time.

“You callin’ it a night?” Steve put a hand on his back as he passed.

“Here in a few.”

Looking from Gianna back to Bucky, Steve raised an eyebrow, grinning. “Ah. Sweet dreams.” With that, he sidled into his room and shut the door behind him, leaving only two.

He could feel Gianna’s gaze on him from across the room. Bucky stood from the barstool and crossed over to her, draping an arm over her shoulders. “What’d you think of the movie?”

“Shut up.” She nudged his side. “Like you paid any attention either.”

They spoke softly until they got to her door. Gianna’s room was still pretty bare, the only decor she’d added being the vase of flowers he’d given her. It made him equal parts happy and sad, he made a mental note to get her something for the space. At least something for the bare walls.

“Just like old times.” Gianna grinned as she crawled on the bed, perching on her knees.

“Feels like it was just yesterday.” He sat on the edge, legs dangling off the side.

“Really?” She tugged on his sleeve, pulling him gently down to his back. “Because I feel like it’s been a really, really long time.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows, watching her lay down across his chest. She propped her head up with her hand and traced the letters on his t-shirt. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it without saying anything.

“Hmm?” She purred as she continued sliding her fingers across his chest.

“What?” Their voices were both soft in the quiet room.

“You were going to say something.”

He closed his eyes and sighed, dropping his head back on the bed. “It was dumb.”

“Well, now you really have to tell me.”

Metal fingers pinched the bridge of his nose as he smiled sheepishly. “I was going to say it probably feels like just yesterday because I dream about this almost every night.” He paused, eyes still closed. “But that would be a dumb thing to say, so I didn’t.”

“I don’t think it’s dumb,” Gianna tugged his hand away from his eyes and planted a kiss on his fingers. “I think it’s sweet.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Very. In fact, I’d love to hear what else you dream about?” Her voice was teasing.

“Mmm, I don’t know if I’m ready to divulge that just yet.” He pulled himself up to a sitting position, leaning back against the bed. Gianna looked up at him, head resting on his lap.

“I’m giving you kind of a green light to make a move here, Buck.” She bit her lip.

“I know,” He stroked her hair out of her face. “I keep telling you, I want to do this right, all of this. Believe me, I’d love t- there’s a lot I’d love to do. A lot that I’ve dreamt about for a long time. But…you deserve the best. You deserve to know how special you are.” Bucky reached for her hand and brought it to his lips, punctuating each word with a kiss. “And that…is very…very…special.”

Gianna blushed, feeling his stubble scratch her hand as he kissed it. “If you insist on being perfect…” She rolled onto her elbows, looking up at him. “But if we’re not going to spend our night that way, I have another request.”

“Shoot.”

“Can I read more?”

He paused, wanting to protest but being immediately disarmed by her wide eyes. “Sure.”

For the rest of the evening, they sat in a comfortable silence. Gianna resumed her position on the bed, laying on her back with her head in Bucky’s lap. He stroked her hair absently, watching her eyes flick across the pages full of his notes.

“Why do you write these?” She asked, turning the page. “I love that you do, but I wouldn’t have pegged you as the type to keep a journal.”

“It helps me remember.” He cleared his throat. “Or, I hope it would. If I ever…if I ever need help again. I started it when I first got free, trying to piece it all together. It was such a hard thing, being a grown man and only having a few weeks’ worth of memories. I didn’t even know who I was.” His eyes glazed over as he spoke. “I started to get bits and pieces of memories back, little by little. It wasn’t always a full memory, just fragments. I’d write it down as it came back to me and then put it together. Even though I was free, I didn’t know if I’d lose it all again. So I wrote it down.”

Gianna reached up and cupped his jaw, rubbing her thumb over his cheek. “I’m so sorry for all you’ve had to overcome…but I’m so thankful you chose to do this to help yourself. Getting this glimpse into your mind is such a gift.”

He laid his hand over hers, still cupping his cheek, and kissed her palm. “First and only person to ever get that glimpse.”

She smiled, stroking his cheek one more time before returning her grip to the notebook. The entries were mainly from this summer and beyond, she assumed he had the other notebooks somewhere else. The earliest date was shortly before he got his assignment to work with her.

Wherever he found the trust to let her see this oh-so-vulnerable side of him, she wasn’t going to take that lightly. Turning the page, she found reason after reason why she adored him so much.

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Stan = when you support the relationship between two people. Ex: today, someone wrote that they “stan” Gianna and I. She said that means they think we’re cute together.

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I didn’t think I would like being on tour. It’s not so different from being at the compound. Besides the fact that we’re in a different city every night, surrounded by press, and exposed to the world. The routines, the familiarity, the handful of people you actually know each day…I don’t mind it. I miss the team. Most of them. Actually - all of them.

I’m glad Gianna and I get on so well. If she was anyone besides herself, I’d be counting down the days until it was over instead of counting the days I still have with her.

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We go back to New York soon. I miss the city. Sometimes I think I’d like to live there again, but I remind myself it won’t be like my childhood. That was - quite literally - decades ago. Brooklyn isn’t my Brooklyn anymore. Hell, I wouldn’t know if it was. I barely remember those days.

I like staying at the Tower. It feels safe, but still close to the city. I wish more of the team liked to stay there. I’d choose the company of the Compound over the Tower by myself any day. Something I never thought I’d say. It’s nice to help train, too. I feel like I’m contributing something when I help with the agents. Putting something good back in the world.

I hope I’m doing that here. At least putting good in one person’s world.

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Something almost happened last night. Someone rushed the stage, I handled it. I think I scared Gianna. I was afraid to look at her face after I hit him. I don’t want her to see me differently. But the truth is, I would let her watch me do much worse if it meant keeping her safe. Even if she was terrified of me.

She tried to be strong, but it scared her. It would scare anyone.

She asked me to stay with her. I know it’s just because she’s scared. I wish it wasn’t.

I wish I could take away everything scary in her world. I don’t want to see her cry ever again. I want to wipe her tears and keep away anything that threatens to bring them back.

And then I hope she still wants me to stay with her.

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I saw Steve today. We got to run through the city. It almost felt like old times. I think it was better. He seems happy. I didn’t get to ask about Natasha, I should have. I know there’s something going on. Mark my words. I’ll show them this page at their wedding.

He insisted I’m smitten with Gianna. I told him he’s wrong. I enjoy being around her. She’s great. That’s all that there is.

I wonder if this page will come back to bite me too. I sincerely hope so.

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She kissed me.

Tonight. At the Tower. In front of everyone.

In all the times I’ve been hit, nothing ever rocked me quite like that.

If this is all we ever get of each other…that’s enough for me. If all I ever got from her was the look she gave me before she kissed me…that would be enough.

But, she was drunk. It might all end tomorrow. I should put it in a box and turn all of this off before it gets out of control. I know I should. Tonight, I’m choosing to remember the way she looked at me.

I wish I could write down every detail so I never forget it. Something tells me I won’t either way.

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Note - Gianna is from Charleston. I’ve never been. Maybe we can go back together.

I wish she didn’t know how true loneliness felt. I wish we didn’t relate on so much.

I wish we both had gotten to live more of our lives before they were taken from us.

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Bucky felt Gianna’s arm slip down onto her chest, the notebook still fanned out in her limp hand. She’d been fighting sleep for the past twenty minutes, continuing to read through heavy lids. Finally, she succumbed to her exhaustion, head still resting on his lap. He tugged the book out from her grip and set it on the nightstand beside him before turning off the lamp.

Slowly, gently, he tucked her under the comforter beside him. She barely stirred as he slid his right arm under her pillow and curled his body behind hers. As he laid his arm across her waist, he was careful to keep the full weight of the metal from resting on her.

Taking a deep breath, he let himself breath her in. She was right here, in his arms. She wasn’t scared. She wasn’t drunk. She knew exactly where he stood.

She still asked him to stay.

#bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #avengers #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x oc #bucky fluff #winter soldier #sebastian stan #winter soldier fluff

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zer0ramonlycpu · 9 months

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Random thought/dream i had

Toph beifong can easily beat Miguel O'Hara in a 1 on 1 fight.

Idk just think about it he has no spidey-sense right and toph can like see everything through movement.

The one scenario that was in my dream was like someone I think it was like sokka or even miles was like "damn she cool as hell" and hyping her up in front of Miguel or whatever and she all liked

Toph: "I know that im better than half of the itsy bitsy spider especially that Miguel guy that bothering you"

And Miguel over having another beef with another child

Miguel: "oh really? That funny.. who let this kid in You not even supposed to be here"

And then goes to grab her shoulder and she metal bend or earth bend a small pillar under his feet to like lift him up a little bit so she can grab his arm and flip him over her head and onto the ground and her laying there like a fool and miles or hobie fist bumps her and leans over Miguel and like

"Now personally I wouldn't let that stand. You already let one teenager beat yo ass not you gonna let a blind child do so too?"

Idk this was just funny to me

#miguel o'hara #toph beifong #across the spiderverse #spiderman #atla #avatarmeetsSpiderman #atsv

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I got a scenario/ question I want a second head to help think on; What if Sunshine had a sibling (whether younger/older/twin doesn't matter) with whom they are v close and lived within their apartment-- basically joined at the hip. Would Jack if intimidated/threatened by them on any level? Especially if that sibling somehow got the suspicion that something is amiss in general or with their family member. Personally think it'd be a mixed bag in the beginning with the initial end goal of gently getting Sunshine's sibling out of the way, via helping/swaying things into their favor to distract them enough to where they move away or something. However if push came to shove and truly had no other options, Jack would be extremely reluctant but would "persuade" them to "venture away", especially if at some point that sibling was somehow magically able to see and talk to Jack at some point too. (Sorry if this is too out there and such but I couldn't help but think could be an interesting "route" to explore. I thought sharing it would be cool.)

Oh buddy I can input on that. I'm the oldest of four and we're a tight knit bunch. Sorry if this is a lil babbly

One thing, sibs know when somethings up usually. It's like a fuckin spidey sense-not always that something is wrong. But there's a notice that something is different. Jack would be difficult to hide and whatever lie that would be brought up-sibs defo poke at that. It just comes with the territory. I know my siblings would be on my ass nearly immediately just as I would be on theirs lol. We respect each other's lives and privacy as much as siblings can but there'd always be that "...tf is up with you?" With maybe an lol tacked on there.

How Jack would take it is very much hinging on the personality/relationship of the sibling. On one hand- it's so wonderful you have a sibling and he wishes he could meet/interact with them proper. On the other hand, it's someone taking time from you. One central trait I've noticed with yanderes is absolutely to isolate their target from friends and family, making them entirely reliant on them instead. While as good as that may sound to Jack, he doesn't strike me as being super malicious or wanting to hurt you.

Jack would sulk and pout, maybe guilt you that he misses you and that he feels neglected. I think so long as there was a balance of sorts or you finding ways to stealthly include him- it wouldn't be too much of an issue. But it's really a short term solution if thr sibling is living in the apartment as it takes away a LOT of his freedoms with you. He'd slowly start planting the seeds of that it's better for you to get your own place or for your sibling to.

In that line of thought, I could see Jack stoking coals to ignite conflict between siblings. Petty little things that build and build and make things tense and/or awkward until one of you took the initiative to move out solo. It isn't something he necessarily enjoys doing but he lives here too and now just feels like a guest. This is simply a better solution for everyone and that's what he'll justify to himself.

If they can somehow interact with him and see him, I think initially he'd be pretty elated! He can be introduced proper, he can talk about you- hear stories about you, it's someone else who loves you but isn't viewed as a problem. Jack won't want to view them as one unless they really push to be. Things are complicated enough, he would try to avoid that as much as possible.

However if they can interact with him and do become a problem, Jack's means of handling it are very passive aggressive and petty. Anything that can go wrong will go wrong. He isn't above using the power that he has either be it to haunt their dreams, gaslight them, make them delicately question everything...he wouldn't go so far as breaking them- he wouldn't do that to Sunshine. But shit defo goes down and ultimately, Jack is gonna get his way.

#somethings wrong with sunny day jack #something's wrong with sunny day jack #theres something wrong with sunny time jack #there's something wrong with sunny day jack #tswwsdj #swwsdj #sunny day jack #sdj

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choilaura · 1 year

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Daddy - Oneshot - Christmas2022

Hey lovely lot - i am officially back on Tumblr, so have this! MERRY CHRISTMAS! (We're almost at Christmas lol) I was inspired by the song 'daddy' by Psy. Enjoy <3

Peter could hardly hear himself through the loud bass of the music in this club in downtown New york. It was called 'Fever' and the place was glittering with christmas decorations. Christmas tree lights glimmered against the mirrored glass walls, giving a trippy effect, as though the mirrored rooms went on forever like those in the palace of Versailles in Paris. The lights sparkled like expensive jewellery just waiting for purchase, and Peter swore this was the last time he was going to one of these swanky 'Avengers' parties. It was christmas, though, so turning the invite down would of been hard to do, especially when it was hosted by Nick Fury, aka, 'the guy with one eye' as Peter recalled.

Drinks and typical 'cheesy nibbles' were handed out as well as usual canapes, though Peter stayed away from any form of cocktail, shot, or mixers. He politely ordered himself a diet cola, and sat at the bar alone, watching as Steve and Bucky bickered over who had the best novelty christmas hat, and Peter rolled his eyes, his gaze faltering suddenly though, when he saw Mr Stark turn up.

Jesus, the man looked too good. It seemed with every party he went to, Tony only dressed better and better each time, and Peter's mouth went dry, almost about to drop his glass, his spidey reflex's caught it straight away. Peter was thankful the sound of the bass has quietened down some, giving him actual time to think straight, and he hopped off his bar stool to trot over to Mr Stark's side, when the bass of the DJ's music started up again with the thump, thump of some korean pop music.

Tony noticed Peter coming over to him just in time, but not before ordering his own drink at the bar across the ways there. It was a rather large whisky on the rocks, and Tony downed it in one.

Dear god, the man was handsome, wearing an armani suit with red velvet inlays, as well as a red quilted waistcoat, and suit jacket which he let hang open too casually. Fury had mentioned the dress code to be relaxed, not formal, but Tony just HAD to dress up. It was christmas, after all. Tony's brow wriggled in acknowledgement when he saw Peter, giving him a smile. Clearly, Tony was sort of already drunk, Peter could smell booze on him, and not just from the drink he'd just had.

"Hey, ki- I mean, uhm, Mr Parker, yes...Merry Christmas..hic.." Tony greeted, almost tipsy.

"Mr Stark, you're so drunk, did you drink before you got here?!" Peter exclaimed, stated the obvious, to which Tony chided him and gave him a finger wiggle.

"Uh, uh uh, sweetheart, I am co host of this party, therefore, I can do what i like, when i like, and show up when i like..oh!" He realised this song that was playing was a new favourite of his, and he looked at Peter, setting his glass of soft drink down.

"Why don't you come dance with daddy stark, hm?" Tony invited, to which Peter's face went as red as a tomato.

'Daddy Stark?!' Oh lord, was his (one of many) christmas presents about to come true?! He better not be dreaming right now.

"Mr Stark, I really don't think i..." Peter retaliated, but too late, Tony already pulled him in by the wrist into his arms, and Peter's spidey senses were shot when he understood some of the english in the song. Hey, where'd you get that body from? I got it from ma daddy!

The bass kicked in just then, and Tony suddenly had Peter against the wall just out of sight behind a stone pillar, immediately kissing him with that alcohol fueled willingness, and Tony ground his hips into the younger.

I'm on fire, take you higher..

Holy shit, the bass of this song was too much, and Tony was timing the grind of his hips into Peter's with utmost accuracy to the beat of the song.

How you like me now? How you like me now.. the song blared and overloaded Peter's senses as well as the kiss, to which Tony was busy deepening, a hand of his moved up to gently hold Peter's cheek, pulling away, his brown eyes smouldering at the young Parker, reflecting the twinkle of christmas lights in the dark orbs. I got it from my da-da-da-daddy.. Peter could only look at Tony, absolutely gobsmacked that Tony had did that. It was the best present ever, and Peter looked like he wanted to talk, but no words came out, just a defenseless sigh.. "D-daddy....." Peter meeped out, only able to do one thing, which was to return the kiss, and he was relieved when Tony returned such a kiss. "Merry Christmas Mr Parker..." Tony said, his voice as smooth as the velvet in his suit. It dawned on Tony that this was the very first kiss he'd shared with Mr Parker, and his felt his tanned skin blushing smugly, even if he was a bit tipsy. "Merry Christmas, Daddy.."

#starker #tony stark x peter parker #marvel mcu #iron man #peter parker #christmas #ironspider

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paperstorm · 1 year

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From someone who's on twitter, the problem wasn't that they found tk and carlos hot, it was that someone had a sex dream about them and someone else kept mentioning their sex lives like it was the only important thing about their relationship. So maybe you won't find that weird, but think about how mlm/nblm feel when they see non-mlm talk about tarlos and their sex lives constantly to a point where it becomes weird.

Shipping definitely can become fetishizing. The line is super blurry and is gonna vary from situation to situation so I'm not gonna pretend that I should be the arbiter of where exactly it crosses over into 'weird', and for whom. Lots of people talk about sex in all kinds of contexts in ways that can be dehumanizing. That's not new and it's certainly not limited to shipping culture, so I always wanna be careful about the way we talk about it because fandoms (not just this one, but 'fandom' in general) are spaces that are wildly dominated by women and queer people. The ratio is not close, cis straight men are vastly outnumbered here, almost across the board. So whenever this conversation veers into the territory of 'you shouldn't talk about sex so much' my spidey sense starts tingling because the whole damn world is designed to cater to the cis male obsession with sex but as soon as it's women or queer people, suddenly the conversation is about whether they should be allowed to talk about it, especially in public. I don't think there's anything inherently wrong with having strong feelings about the sex life of fictional characters. Sex is a normal human thing, not a dodgy taboo topic that we should only whisper about in locked rooms. We don't demand every person watching porn has to also care about the performers' personalities before they're allowed to enjoy watching them have sex, so I don't think it's fair to demand that of people consuming media about fictional characters.

#anon asks

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Alondra!!! I absolutely loved Part 11 of Nonviolent Communication!! It was both so sweet and yet so heartbreaking, especially with Miguel's backstory. (Also I have to mention I wrote a lot here, I'm sorry!) but I'll start with saying that Babysitting mayday sounds so fun and it was just so cute reading about taking care of her!! and let me collect myself here a bit because the whole flashback to Peter discussing having kids got me tearing up!! Thank you for tagging me and including that little idea I had with Peter buying too much merch and their friends thinking he has a crush on Spider-Woman!! and again I just love how you write Peter despite him not being in the story and I still have such a soft spot for Peter so reading this was so bittersweet but just thank you for including this in!!! ❤️ Makes me miss Peter even more now 🥺 I'm just so happy for reader, as she's in a much better place in dealing with that loss than before. And when reader puts on Billie Holiday, listening without crying in four years 😭 so much progress has happened for reader!!

I'm still not over reader and Miguel having dinner every Saturday 🥹 even having a little tradition of having pan dulce and café de olla! and the fact they both look forward to having dinner with each other is just so sweet!! the fact Miguel looks forward to it so much he already thinks of what to cook days in advance??!! 😭 but when Miguel shows up at reader's apartment mid dance with Mayday!! 😂 this whole day with the three of them was just so so cute!! and I loved how much Miguel smiled in this!! and again when reader had to do the little Spidey dance in the morning for Mayday!! omg when Miguel says “I think - you did it justice,” with the little eyebrow raise 🤭 can I also just mention how happy I am that Miguel is getting some well deserved and better sleep with less nightmares with readers help!! and the fact reader is included in his dreams!! 😭 seriously not over seeing the progression with Miguel and wanting to change for the better, it makes me so happy!! but the fact he can really depend on reader when some days are harder just- I'm just so happy he has reader to count on, I just love their friendship 🥹

Seeing a little bit of Miguel’s fatherly side even though it's still hard for him to be around Mayday 😭 (and I just want to mention how you included that Miguel's fatherly side shows through the resources he has at HQ for the younger members that need it because that's so sweet and I can really see Miguel doing that!) and I just have to talk about how bittersweet it is that reader also thinks that if Miguel hadn’t lost his family that he wouldn’t be where he is with reader now, living a very different and happy life, just as Miguel thought about reader’s loss with Peter- and then reader would also give up all this and their friendship if it meant Miguel having his family back and happiness- the parallels!?! 😭😭 (totally fine here, really)

When he couldn’t help watch how reader takes care of Mayday with such care and then watching as reader brushes Mayday's hair reminding him of when he brushed Gabriella's hair 😭 But omg the big chuckle Miguel had when Mayday hit reader on the side of the head with the plush 😂 i found it so cute when Miguel couldn’t hold his chuckle in seeing reader forms a little smile 🥹 what I would do to see Miguel like that, makes me wonder if reader will get to see Miguel full on laughing in the future! And when Mayday makes reader and Miguel’s action figures kiss!! 🤣🤣 I giggled so much reading that, omg Mayday really is rooting for them too!! I can only imagine what Miguel’s face looked like seeing that!!

I loved reading about how Miguel and reader can sit in silence with one another now and find comfort in each others presence, without feeling the need to fill the silence because its so true that finding that kind of connection with someone can be hard, and the fact reader had that with Peter and now Miguel 😭 and when they subconsciously know when its time to communicate with each other- because of their special connection, I love reading about the little ways their special connection shows, and the fact Miguel loves learning and knowing more about reader, finding the connection the two of them have comforting, just the idea of reader existing comforts him yet that scares him too 😭 You can see how much he really cherishes their friendship and just cares about reader overall.

I'm so happy reader got to tell Miguel how cool his fangs and talons are because they really are!! and also telling him his eyes are beautiful no matter what color they are, because it's true. I can't even begin to describe how sad it was reading when Miguel thinks back on how some of features made him feel like an outcast back in the early days of the spider society. And the fact he still felt guilty over accidentally scratching reader with his talons and feeling guilty over ripping reader's suit a bit too, Miguel really is just a big softie, he is just so caring and sweet 🥺

This brings me to he whole conversation with Miguel on his childhood and- that was just so heartbreaking. It’s awful knowing he’s kept this to himself all this time with only Gabriel knowing because he was there to see it too. How Miguel tried to comfort Gabriel, being protective of his younger brother from the abusive environment they were in, everything they went through. Miguel and Gabriel really deserved so much better, I can't imagine bottling all that up all these years. And it was just so heartbreaking reading about how he was treated as a child by George O’Hara and then not having the best relationship with Conchata, being treated unfairly for something he has absolutely no control in, it just breaks my heart. Then there's his time at Alchemax, It's just so sad reading about how he became Spiderman 2099. Miguel's whole backstory involves so much hardship. But I'm so glad that Miguel had reader to really let all this out, I'm so happy he was able to have to opportunity to tell this to someone he trusts so much, to help him with his healing journey 🥹

It was also so sad to read how hard it was to tell Miguel that he is enough to the point where reader says "I’m no one to say it" and when it upsets Miguel that reader even said that, as he values this friendship so much and cares so much for reader, to the point where he says “You… are more than someone to me,” 😭 so much has happened between them, so many milestones in their relationship, and I really enjoy seeing how far they've come, even if there is a slight restraint that tugs at them sometimes. When reader get's the words out to say that he is worthy and enough as a person, I got emotional because Miguel really deserves so much love and deserves to know that he really is enough, he deserves so much better, and it was so needed for him to hear that. Thank you again for doing so much justice for Miguels character because he truly deserves all the love!! ❤️

Ok I just have to talk about Miguel's hand brushing over readers when giving him the wrong mug- his fingers sliding in between the spaces of reader's hand- was freaking out (in a good way) but then his pink finger started to curl around readers pinky and give it a gentle squeeze??!! I'M SORRY FOR YELLING BUT I WAS SCREAMING!! the fact reader tried avoiding touching Miguel's hand to respect his boundaries only for him to do this!! omg I can't believe Miguel was the one to initiate this little touch!!! no the way that was so intentional I'm still freaking out- I can't- if I'm freaking out now, I can't imagine how I'll be later on when they open up to comfort each other more physically!! and the size difference with the hands!! omg I'm still not over this, the fact Miguel's pinky tip can wrap around readers pinky I- the way I'm going to think about this whole moment for the next few days omg. I think I remember you mentioning messing around with your mug and thinking about how it would look in Miguel's hand and now here I am also messing around with my mug wondering that too 😂

The fact Miguel really didn't want to leave readers apartment because he finds so much comfort in reader and her place is just so sweet, and I found it really endearing how reader prolonged the stay too. And when Miguel thinks back to reader being alone for 3 years after Peter's passing, thinking how alone reader must've been during that time and wishing to find her sooner 😭 when the both of them stayed up all night with each other!! I can't get over their friendship, it's just so sweet and truly special. but don't even get me started on when Peter B. shows up in the morning to find Miguel also in reader's apartment 😂 I'm imagining the look on his face and his thoughts in that moment! and then the glances the Parkers give each other when Miguel and reader head out after returning all of their things- now I wonder if the Parkers talk about Miguel and reader's friendship. But when reader tells Miguel “I’m here for you.” and Miguel says he's there for reader too!! even with it being hard for him to express these words!! Again, the amount of progress Miguel has made just makes me so happy to read!! ❤️

I've written way too much again, but Alondra, I absolutely loved part 11!! I remember you telling me how much research you had to do with writing this, especially on Miguel's backstory! and I appreciate everything you do to write such an amazing story!! It's crazy how far reader and Miguel's relationship has changed and evolved, how they find comfort in one another, though still holding back as they still respect each others boundaries too 🥺 and I will mention this every single time but I love it when they say "always" to one another, it's just too sweet ❤️ and again don't be sorry for updating later, especially with how busy it is in December and everything! and I hope you get to have some fun too!! Thank you again for tagging me in this with Peter and the fanart too!! sometimes I still can't believe I've inspired you with writing and it means so much to me!! 🥹 Touching on how Miguel was written in the script that was released I'm still so disappointed at how he was described too, and I just want to thank you again for just really doing so much justice with Miguels character through your story because he is worthy!! ❤️ I'm also so excited to hear about the Christmas one-shot and a new fic in the new year!! but also please take as much time as you need to rest as you deserve it!! you just put so much work into your stories, and everything you write is just amazing!! Thank you so much for continuing to write for NC!! I hope you have an amazing week Alondra!!! ✨❤️✨

@sunsetdoodler thank you!!! I'm so happy to see you enjoyed part 11 despite the heartbreaking part regarding Miguel's backstory. It was sad for me to write about but I also wanted to include it in the story as part of Miguel's healing journey! I'm just glad this part is out of the way now. And don't worry about the length of the ask, my response is probably going to be longer, haha (I'm sorry!!)! Babysitting Mayday was so much fun to write about! I wanted to include it at one point in the story and I figured I would do it now to lighten up the chapter a bit because of Miguel's hardships, though I tried my best to have Miguel talk about it in a way that gave him power while doing so. I hope that makes sense! Omg, the part about Peter discussing having children!! I got sad writing that part, too but I wanted to include a little bit of Peter in this chapter since I feel like these days he's not mentioned as much! I miss writing about him like I did back in the early chapters! 🥺 And, of course! I needed to include that bit about the merch and their friends thinking Peter had a crush on Spider-Woman, haha!!! I loved it too much to not include it, so THANK YOU AGAIN for the inspiration!! I'm also so happy that reader is in a much better place than she was before and that she can listen to Billie Holiday again without crying (I was lowkey crying at her progress though)!! It's so amazing to write both Miguel and reader being in a better place than they were from the first chapter 😭😭 it's bittersweet to see how far along they've come!!

Their Saturday dinners omg!! I love it, too!! And also the fact they have café de olla and pan dulce, just like Miguel did with Gabriel, someone he cared about so much, on Saturdays!!! And the fact that they both look forward to it but then yes, omg the way Miguel plans ahead!! He lowkey wants to keep impressing her!! Omg Miguel arriving when reader and Mayday are dancing !!!! It had me blushing hahaha!! Miguel smiled so much in this chapter and maybe I over did it but I couldn't contain myself when I knew he was going to be talking about his past!! OMG the little eyebrow raise Miguel did when he told reader she did the spidey dance justirce!!!!!!!!!!!!! I needed it. So I added it and 🤭🤭 that bit was definitely a treat for me, haha!! Again, why is this so ??!!! Just his eyebrows alone got me! It's everything about this man, I swear!!! @sunsetdoodler me, too about the sleep 😭😭 I want this man to eat and sleep well and I'm so happy he's getting proper sleep and making homemade meals!!! And hehe, reader showing up in his dreams... 👀 but also same about Miguel having reader to count on. I genuinely love how he knows he can count on her, how he embraces it now!! It's little but the progress he's made!!! Makes me want to cry happy tears for him🥹🥹

Miguel's fatherly side!!! I LOVED INCLUDING THAT!!! It was especially important for me after reading bits of the script!! He has a fatherly side that we can see in the movie even in the aftermath of him losing Gabriella (him letting Gwen into the Spider Society after what he saw happened with Gwen's dad despite not wanting her to join because of her connection to Miles; I'm pretty sure he knows about Margo's parents, too (he's such a GIRL DAD AND I'M SCREAMING))!! Omg, no, the freaking parallels to them being willing to give up their friendship and everything just so the other could have their previous life back but also feeling a deep sadness just imagining not being in each other's lives ... It's just a sign of the kind of friendship they have!!! It's so sweet and beautiful!!

No, Miguel watching reader and Mayday throughout the evening was so cute to me!! Him being reminded of brushing Gabriella's hair got me sad but I also loved including the fact that his memories of Gabriella are less painful these days! OMG him CHUCKLING 😭😭 I had WAY TOO MUCH fun imagining him like this (I NEED HIM HAPPY LIKE THIS). About reader seeing him full on laughing in the future... no comment. Omg Mayday making their action figures kiss - this is why I mentioned in the Thanksgiving drabble ask you sent that Mayday was also rooting for them along with Peter B. haha!! But no, I was laughing too much at this part because of reader and Miguel's reaction. And Miguel's face - I didn't describe it but you better bet there was a strong blush going on and his eyes went a little wide when he first heard Mayday!!!🤣🤣

The whole bit about their peaceful silences is just 🥺 I love how much comfort they find in each other even through their presences alone, and the fact reader had this this with Peter and now Miguel!! Their special connection showing through in this small way 😭 their friendship is just so sweet!!! And Miguel truly does cherish this friendship and reader so much even if he doesn't verbally say it YET.

Omg reader telling Miguel his fangs and talons are cool and unique!!! I just had to include that (even more so after the script)!! And about his eyes - I NEEDED TO!!! His eyes are beautiful and I don't care what anyone says!!!!! Also, I just wanted to include that bit because again, the script brought back to me the fact that he already might feel like he stands out because of his lack of spidey sense! So I just wanted to make Miguel feel loved and appreciated even if it's just through this fic 😭😭 about reader's suit - yes, omg he really is a big softie and just so caring and sweet!! He genuinely feels bad about it but I'm glad reader reassured him it's okay!!

Now on to Miguel's past... 😭 This was so painful but as I said earlier, I thought it was necessary for Miguel's healing journey. The bit about him comforting Gabriel as a child when Miguel himself was one - It breaks my heart. And then George O'Hara (it would've be on sight for him and Tyler Stone fr)! And Conchata's treatment, too when he had nothing to do with it (it really upsets me how she takes it out on him). I hate that Miguel had to go through that and that he's kept it bottled up all these years, and didn't even talk to Gabriel about it. I really feel like a part of him never wanted to because in the end, George was Gabriel's bio father and he probably also didn't want to talk about their mom because Gabriel had a very different view of her, so Miguel probably didn't want to talk "bad" about either of them even if they deserved it. Then his time at Alchemax and becoming Spider-Man 2099, as you said, so much of his past involves hardship and the way some people ignore that it's just so upsetting. I hope so badly that he has a happy ending in the spider-verse 😭😭😭 I'm also so happy that he has someone that he trusts and can talk to in reader!!

On reader not wanting to tell Miguel her thoughts and then finally tells Miguel she's no one to say it but Miguel growing upset - I absolutely loved this part because Miguel genuinely means it. So much has happened between them that it upsets him reader can think she's no one. The way they still hold back from saying things at this point - omg, I cannot wait for the day when they're more open about these things without feeling like it's too much for either of them. I also wanted it to be this moment in which reader finally breaks past a boundary (at Miguel's wish and acceptance) and it's for this - to tell Miguel that he's worthy and deserving of so much more. I genuinely loved this part - it has to be one of my favorite parts in this story so far. Miguel most definitely needed to hear that and the fact that it came from someone that has been nothing but kind, understanding, and respectful to him - I just, I'm okay really!!! Thank you so much!! I'm so happy you think I'm giving Miguel's character justice, that truly means so much to me 🥺

@sunsetdoodler you and me both freaking out over the little physical touch they had!!! I was like, we're getting a little bit and it's initiated by MIGUEL HIMSELF !!!!! If I was not ready for this little moment, I can already see myself absolutely losing it when it's full on contact which I'm just omg - gonna be screaming and crying over it 😭😭😭 but yes the gentle squeeze!!! Once again, Miguel is a huge softie and !!!! Imagine what it must feel like!!! I've been thinking about it for weeks now!!! And omg yes the way his pinky's tip is enough to wrap around hers - I needed to highlight the size difference even just a little bit in this scene. Also 😂😂 you should've seen me. I was in my bedroom drinking coffee in this mug and holding it in different poses to see what was the best way for it to make sense. I was really sitting there studying it, taking notes, and trying to get an idea of how much space Miguel's fingers would need, where to place my own pinky finger and all (very important research!!💀 no, the things this man has me doing sometimes it's just - wow).

Miguel not wanting to leave and reader also wanting him to stay longer!!! I just love how they were on the same page about it!! The little bit about Miguel wishing he had found her sooner - I WAS MAKING MYSELF GET IN MY FEELINGS OVER THIS!!! Then how they stayed up together all night 😭 I'm so happy you love their friendship because me, too!! Haha, Peter B.'s face when he came in - I saw it so perfectly in my head!! He was freaking out on the inside for sure but trying very hard to not make it obvious! And omg the Parkers definitely talked about it once reader and Miguel left for sure (same way the Morales have talked about them 😂)! Also, Miguel repeating reader's words - BIG MOMENT and such a big sign of Miguel's progress so far!!! I just love getting to write Miguel being more open, I swear!!! 😭😭

@sunsetdoodler I always love reading your thoughts, so never worry about how long the asks are, please!! And yes, Miguel's backstory took me a minute because I came across different sources but I'm so happy it has been written (even though it was hard because of all the hardships in Miguel's life) and it's one more step in Miguel's healing journey!! Thank you so much for the kind words, they truly mean so much to me!! It really is crazy how much their relationship has changed!! I'm so happy they have each other now and I'm so excited to see how much more their relationship evolves 🥺it's going to be so sweet to write that change in the future!! Their little "always" no, same, I love it so much!!! Thank you for being so understanding, too!! I really wish I could update more frequently but the longer updates do take a little bit of time (plus editing) but I hope in the future updating is more consistent, thank you for being so understanding tho!! And I hope you have some fun, too!! It's crazy we're almost halfway through the month!! And omg, please don't thank me for including it- thank you for giving me inspiration for Peter. I love knowing that there's someone else who loves him just as much as I do even though he's not really part of the story or even canon to the spider-verse!! Regarding the script! I'm also still so disappointed about it and I hope that the team saw how much love Miguel has received and that they do better with Miguel in BTSV. He deserves it!! Thank you for thinking I've given him justice through this story - it truly means so much to me!!! I love him so much and it gives me so much happiness to see you think this, thank you!!!!! I'm definitely taking a break and trying to do some Christmas stuff while I plan for NC and the other fic, along with other small works! I also want to get back into drawing because I haven't been able to draw for a month! Thank you so much for your support and lovely words as always @sunsetdoodler !!!! I appreciate it SO MUCH!!! I hope you enjoy the holidays and that you have a wonderful week, too!!! ✨❤️✨

-Alondra

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