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timidpumpkin · 11 months

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Can I get a reaction when reader want to go to carnival or other fun places and then they got lost and ended up at their own home

Is the reader going to escape or go back to their daddies TYSM🤗

Hiiii🥰🥰🥰💜💜💜. I loved this idea sooo much and it really helped get me out of the writer's block funk I was in! It’s a litttle bit different from what you asked so I hope that’s okay and you still like it!! Thank you so so much, I loved writing this!!~~~~~💖💖💖💖💖

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Helpless (Stucky x reader)

Pairing: Dark!Stucky x f!reader

Warnings/tags: Dark!Stucky, Daddy!Stucky, Female reader, stockholm syndrome, forced age regression, mention of previous kidnapping, reader gets lost, mild injury to reader, Implied reader has small hands in comparison because Stucky is gigantic (fact), Angst, Fluff, Comfort. Reader baby-talks as well, Lots o' cute nicknames (as usual).

Word count: 4.1k

Tagging a few of the absolutely lovely people who have supported me this whole time. I love you and appreciate you all more than i can express. @haleyhunwritess @ppatricia34me @hoplessfussybambi @canyonmooncreations @sapphyslittlenook

P.S. i'm gonna start a tag list so lemme know if you wanna be added <3

It was getting a bit cooler now.

The previously bright day had been overtaken by navy shadows that bring nippy wisps of air that catch on your exposed arms, sending chills throughout you.

“I told you we should have used the long-sleeved one,” Steve remarks to Bucky as he watches you make a tiny shiver.

Bucky rolls his eyes at him, knowing you were the one who insisted on this specific onesie when he dressed you this afternoon. With an eager look on your face, you held it up to him, proudly showing him how it would match perfectly with some leg warmers you found in your drawer. He couldn’t argue with that, not when your giddy smile and sweet eyes looked at him while holding it up as high as you could for him.

“Come here babydoll,” Bucky says, squatting down a bit to get closer to your level.

You don't hear him for a second. Not even your numbed fingertips could distract you from the bright lights that reflect off your eyes. You’ve been watching the multicolored Ferris wheel since you got here. You wanted to go on it so bad.

Thus far, you’ve only been allowed to play the ground games. Though, you can’t complain too much now that you’ve collected quite a load of new stuffies to bring home. You’d like to think yourself pretty talented at these games–maybe too talented.

You’ve all but completely missed the harsh glares Bucky gives the poor workers when they tell you “awh too bad” when you miss the target, but then proceed to hand you whichever stuffed animal or toy you’d been wanting anyway. You’d turn around to your daddies, excitingly showing them your prize and proudly exclaiming “I won! I won!” and Bucky would always tell you how good of a job you did every time.

“Babydoll?” Bucky calls again, bringing you back to reality, his voice sweet, as if he’s teasing you a bit, knowing how much you've enjoyed this outing.

It was a tough call. Bringing you here. They knew how much you wanted to go. Ever since Peter babbled on and on about his trip to the carnival at his birthday party a few months ago, you’ve been begging them ever since. It’s not that they didn't want to take you. It could never be that. They just weren’t sure if it would be safe…

“There’s all kinds of creeps at those things!” Steve argues to Bucky, turning around as if that’s the last word and final say about it.

“I know. I know. But…she really wants to go. Plus…it’s not like we’ll ever let her out of our sight.” Bucky tries to reason, knowing it was something they would enjoy too. He has several fond memories of dragging Steve along with him through the bustling crowds of people just so he could play–and win–all the games he could, always asking Steve which prize he wanted before promising him he’d win it on the first try. Long before he knew of what true cruelties lived beyond their hometown, Bucky had already mastered the art of staring down unfair showmen who would poke fun at Steve’s then narrower figure.

Bucky just couldn’t help the almost giddy feeling he got just at the idea of holding you up high while you throw one of those balls with all your might to win some oversized stuffed animal that you’d undoubtedly insist on carrying on your own despite it being twice your height.

“We could even get one of those leash things,” he suggests, the idea popping into his mind like it’s the most brilliant thing, remembering how he showed the leashed froggy backpack he saw a while ago to Steve.

“It’s not just that,” Steve admits, brows furrowed as he sits on the edge of the bed, a sad and worried look overtaking his features that makes Bucky want to cave to anything he’d ask. “what if…” he trails off, not meeting Bucky’s gaze, “what if…she tries to run off?” he says quietly as if the fear itself would be brought to life if he spoke it too loudly.

It had been a long while since you tried to run away. All things considered, you seemed to be fully adjusted now. Every so often you would act up, but only in the way that all little girls would every now and then. They would always punish you appropriately, the way all good daddies would, reminding you that your life with them is your life, and that the horrid life you had before you was one never meant for a sweet innocent little girl like you.

They saved you. Steve routinely reminded you as such, but he didn’t have to. Bucky could tell you knew it was true now just by the way your bright eyes greeted them every morning. You knew that you were only good and safe with them to take care of you. His little girl couldn't even function without them now. It was exactly how it was supposed to be.

Bucky thinks for a moment, walking closer to Steve and kneeling on the floor in front of him. He pushes his way into him, maneuvering himself between Steve’s legs, and scoops his distressed hands into his, kissing them both before looking back up to Steve.

“She won’t.” he says, thick air questioning if it's true.

But his words say more than just that. The meaningful look in Bucky’s eyes tell Steve that no matter what, they’ll always have you. And that there was no way you could get away from them. Bucky knew it wasn't just the fear of physically losing you, but the fear of hurt that they would feel if you even tried.

Steve smiles a bit, his hands pulling Bucky up so that he’s now standing between his legs. He takes his hands, sliding them down from Bucky’s sides to his hips where they rest for the moment.

“Alright,” Steve sighs, looking up to Bucky, and pulling him a bit closer by his belt loops, “but any sign of trouble, we leave” Steve states, seriousness in his tone, the same kind of voice he uses when they’re on missions together.

“As if it would be any other way.” Bucky remarks, a smirk teasing his face as he dips his head down a bit to meet his lips with Steve’s. Steve sighs into his kiss, feeling the tension leaving his body just by Bucky’s stable words and secure presence.

“You think too much Rogers” Bucky teases after breaking from the kiss, thinking of all the times Steve would try to worm his way out of Bucky having to go on a mission with him in fear of his partner getting hurt–whether it be mentally or physically–Steve couldn't bare the thought of having to see Bucky like he was when he saw him for the first time in this new world.

“Can’t help it,” he breathes, Bucky never ceasing to take his breath away from his all-encompassing kisses. “I love you two more than anything,” he says earnestly as if it’s the only known fact in the universe.

“I know” Bucky smiles, “I know.”

“Oh-sorry Daddy!” you turn around, not meaning to ignore him. He holds out a sweatshirt and you instinctively hold up your arms so he can help put it on you. “Did you see the Ferris wheel Daddy?” you ask excitingly for the third time that night. Bucky chuckles a bit.

“Yes, I did,” he answers as if it’s the first he’s hearing about it while putting some soft-knitted mittens he had in his pocket on your hands. “M’not sure if Dada heard though,” he whispers to you, “maybe you should go tell him,” he informs you with a wink.

You hurriedly run over to Steve, jumping in place over and over again in front of him.

“Dada! Dada!” you take his hand and drag him a bit closer to where you had the best view of the colorful wheel. “Look!” you point and turn to him with an excited expression. “Can we go? Please? Pretty please? Please please please please-” you babble over and over again while continuing to jump up and down until you’ve all but run out of air in your lungs.

Steve looks at the contraption suspiciously, not trusting of the achy-sounding metal, and certainly not wanting his little girl near anything dangerous. He catches a glimpse of Bucky though, who’s contagiously smiling at you both, and remembers how often Bucky tells him not to worry so much.

“Okay-okay” Steve caves, unable to help but smile at your hyper manner right now. “Just this once, then we can go home and get you all nice and warm” he teasingly pinches at your cold cheeks.

“Yayayay!” you literally scream out, not even caring one bit that he said it was only once or that you had to go home after this. You were more than overjoyed that you got to ride it at all.

You start to make a sprint for it, only getting a few feet when resistance yanks you back, stopping you in your tracks and forcing you to steady yourself from the unexpected halt in momentum. Steve hadn’t even pulled on the backpack at all, it was just your pure running and his not moving an inch that caused you to ricochet back a bit. It’s a wonder you didn't fall flat on your behind.

“Heh-sorry!” you sheepishly laugh it off and wait patiently for them to catch up with you in basically two full steps for them.

As you make the short walk to the diminishing line in the late hour, Steve stops to tie his shoe, occupying both of his hands. You swing your arms aimlessly around waiting for him to finish while looking around.

As you mindlessly scan the area around you, your head does a double take as you recognize something.

No–someone.

You watch the stranger in confusion until the remnants of memory come back to you. It was a friend. But this person wasn’t Peter or Wanda…no. It was a friend from…before.

It disorients you, confusion washing over you and placing a pit in your stomach as your life before now was mostly forgotten and placed in a dusty cardboard box in the back of your mind’s vaults.

You watch as they walk away, towards where you know leads to the parking lot. And as if something takes over you, you start following their footsteps, unhinderedly drifting away from where Steve and Bucky are.

As you mindlessly follow, several feet behind, memories of your past life replay in your mind. They playback in black and white as if you’re watching one of those really old movies Steve likes to show you sometimes.

Then you hazily remember when they first found you…took you. Emotions of how scared and confused you were overtake your mind. You remember how they kept you in the house, never letting you leave.

“Sily girl, Dada can’t kidnap what’s already his,” Steve would tell you every time you’d harshly accuse him of kidnapping you.

“No one can protect you like we can,” Bucky would shush you after one of his punishments when you had pushed too hard. “Daddy only does this ‘cause he loves you.” he’d brush over your already bruising skin before carefully wiping away the tears that he had ignored for hours before.

Some nights you’d wake from nightmares, the specifics of it not mattering when Steve would find you crying into your stuffie. He never hesitated to pick you up and let you weep into his shoulder. Always whispering that you were okay, that you were safe.

“It’s okay angel, Dada’s here. You’re safe with me. I’ll always keep you safe. Always.” he’d repeat to you sincerely, holding onto you so tightly, as if the slightest loosening of his grip meant the very air around him would harm you.

To him though, it was true. Nothing could hurt you as long as you were in his arms. He’d carry you downstairs, where Bucky would tell you that nightmares didn’t matter “‘cause they aren’t real, doll…not like me and Dada.” he’d caress your warm cheeks while Steve fetched you some cold milk. They’d stay up with you as long as you needed, not even daring to shut an eye until you felt safe enough to sleep again.

And truthfully…you did. You did feel safe.

Maybe it was strange…the way you sought their comfort…their touch…their love, when you fought it in the beginning.��

And you did fight…hard.

But every retaliation you made only ended in harsh grabs. Every effort to push them away resulted in lacerated reminders. Every moment you spent denying what they told you only yielded unrestrained punishments.

“My sweet girl…you’ll learn soon enough. Fighting us only makes it harder for you.” Steve would stroke your cheek through the bars of your crib. “All you have to do is listen to what we say. We know what’s best for you, angel.” he’d say before leaving you all tied up and alone for hours…sometimes days.

And then, after you’d more than cried yourself dry, throat scratchy from lack of hydration, he’d appear to you, asking if you’d learned your lesson. Your body would somehow discover new tears as you’d plead with him, promising him you’d be a good girl.

It’s then that he’d smile down at you so sweetly, lifting your limp body from its cushiony cage and shower you with endless affection.

He’d drown you with attention, never allowing you to lift a finger. He’d clean you up with your favorite scented soap, and after you were all done, Bucky would present you with a new set of soft clothes they bought just for you for taking your punishment so so well. They’d play your favorite shows and message every sore spot on your tired body after ordering from your favorite type of take out, something you never even told them. There wasn’t a moment where they weren’t touching you in some way, dousing you with sweet words about how much they loved their beautiful helpless little girl.

Helpless.

A word that reminds you exactly how you felt the very first time you bumped into Steve. All alone and scared, in a place that was dark and unfamiliar. You were lost then.

Just like you were right now.

You practically snap back into reality, the one where you’ve found yourself far away from the luminous festival lights and eerily close to where you can’t hear racket of activities anymore. It’s quiet, and you don’t even know where that funnily familiar person you were following went. Dread fills your insides as you realize you’re all alone.

You turn around hastily,

Anxiety fills your stomach as you rashly run in the opposite direction, before tripping on a wire that sends you spiraling down to the ground. You clumsily try to catch yourself, mittened hands harshly hitting the pavement, and asphalt slashes through your leggings, exposing the soft flesh of your knees to razor-sharp pain.

The sudden impact scares you, tears that were already forming from before start rushing out of your eyes.

Instinctually, you cry for Steve. For Dada. But when after too many moments you don’t feel their comfort, you look around and remember they’re not there. Your heart pounds as people rush by seemingly unaffected by your fallen form. You swirl your head around looking for them and are instead met with the haunting image of your green leash’s end, its ghostly emptiness scorning you from where it lays.

You cry harder, guilt and anguish now thumping alongside the throbbing in your chest that radiates to your body’s wounded limbs and you're pretty sure the only words coming out of your mouth are pathetic strings of ‘daddy’ and ‘dada.’

“There she is” Bucky spots you, both of them rushing over to you, distraught as they notice your scraped-up form.

“Dada!” you cry, leaping towards Steve and wrapping your arms around his neck as he picks you up. You helplessly weep, not just from the physical pain but from the emotional strain your misplaced detour took you on. You cry for leaving them. You can't tell if it was on purpose, but you feel awful from even remembering your past life and getting so close to being lost.

“Fuck, angel. What happened?” Steve breathes, taking the scuffed mittens off your hands to examine you closer.

“I-...I-” you try to speak through gasps of crying. They both question you on where you went and why you walked away. You barely manage to tell the story in broken sobs as to what truthfully happened. They listen intensively as you tearfully explain the details of what happened.

“But-but-I-I don’t wanna! Don’t wanna lose daddies! Don’t wanna! Didn’t mean t-to! I-I p-promise-I-I didn’t!” you stagger between breaths, gasping for air as your sob relentlessly in Steve’s arms.

“Shh, hey-hey” Bucky caresses your head, directing your attention to him. “It’s okay, doll. It’s okay. You’re okay.” he consoles. Steve gently wipes your tears at the same time and helps in calming you. You look at them both through blurry vision and continue weeping apologies to which they both remind you that it’s okay.

They were scared to death when they only took their eyes off you for a second and you were gone…but they found you, just like the first time.

They bring you over to sit down on a bench so they can better help console you and check your injuries. Steve rummages through the backpack he was carrying to get a first aid kit, and Bukcy watches through tortured eyes as you miserably cry.

“Doll.” he tenderly tilts your chin up to him. Tearful eyes red from crying look up to him. “Daddy’s proud of you.” he states, earnestly, stern and true. It makes you cry harder though, with confusion written all over your face. Proud? How could he be proud when you almost thought about running away?

“W-why?” you cry “I-I bad. bad!” you weep pitifully as you feel Steve cleaning your knees.

“No angel. You’re not bad.” Steve states, only confusing you more, you were sure both of them would be upset with you…considering they had every reason to.

“You know why?” Bucky asks, stroking your previously cold cheeks that have now been warmed by your tears. You shake your head no as more seemingly endless tears fall. “‘Cause you came back,” he says, wiping them as they come. “You came back to find us. That’s all that matters.” Bucky reassures you.

It hurts, both his and Steve’s worst fear almost coming to life.

But it didn't.

And truthfully, no one understood that more than Bucky. He knew more than anyone what it was like to get confused. To see or hear something otherwise mundane that whips you back to a place where you feel out of control.

The story you recanted to them rings all too familiar to him. It reminds him of shaky hands and paralyzed tongue that attempted to explain to Steve what it was like to not be in control of your own body. Your own actions.

It didn’t matter that you wandered away. It didn’t matter where your thoughts went. All that mattered was that you cried for them. All that mattered was your tiny hands curled around Steve's shirt so hard he’d thought you’d hurt your own fingers. All that mattered was the way you pulled Bucky closer while weeping his name as he comforted you.

All that mattered…was that you needed your Daddies.

They both reassure as such in ways they knew you'd understand. Besides, it only made sense that their little girl would get confused sometimes. That’s what daddies are for. And you came back because you knew they always made the best decisions for you. And even if on the off chance that you hadn't…that really wouldn’t have mattered anyway either. They would always find their little girl because you belong with them. Always and forever.

“Which ones do you want little princess?” Steve asks you, offering a variety of colorful bandages in front of you. Your hysteria and their sweet strong words have all but distracted you from the pain of the scratches lacerating your knees. You point to the ones you like and Steve praises you for making “such a good choice babygirl.”

Bucky holds you close and lets you bury your head in his chest while Steve carefully puts them on. You feel guilt again when you notice that the soft mittens now have little scuffs and holes in them that match your pants. But Steve reassures you that it’s ‘no biggie’ and that they can always get you another pair.

“How about Daddy and I get you some ice cream?” Steve suggests, knowing sweets was at least one way to cheer his sweet girl up.

You sniffle, looking to him at the suggestion.

“Ice cweam?” you say with a small voice “I-I wike ice cweam” you say softly, not meaning to slur your words. But you never did anyway, it always just happened beyond your control.

“I think that sounds perfect, huh doll?” Bucky says lightheartedly and sweetly while picking you up from the bench and placing you in Steve's arms.

“Wif sprinkles toos?” you ask, rubbing your sore eyes.

“All the sprinkles for my sweet little girl” Steve smiles at you while playfully poking at your side making you giggle a bit.

The cold dessert cools your hot throat and brings a smile back to your face. Of course, what really made you happy was knowing your daddies weren’t upset with you, and even more importantly, that you were never going to lose them.

“Hey what’s that on Dada’s face?” Bucky points directly to Steve, making you turn to examine it closely as you're still in his arms. It gives Bucky the opportunity to steal a lick from your ice cream.

“Hey!” you laugh turning back to Bucky’s not-so-secret move when you realize there was nothing amiss on your Dada’s face.

“What?” he puts his hands and shoulders up in a shrug of confusion while looking around and feigning confusion. You giggle more as obvious signs of ice cream are on the tip of his nose.

“Looks like daddy’s the one with something on his face” Steve teases, and you laugh with them while they let you finish your little treat.

“You still wanna go up on the Ferris wheel babygirl?” Steve asks after wiping your hands clean from any sticky residue. You look up to him with awe and shock, not expecting him to still offer it.

“Really?” you question with a hopeful but weary look on your face from not being sure of why you deserve it. Steve nods at you and tells you yes. Maybe he was skeptical before, but nothing was better than seeing his little girl's face light up in a smile.

Plus, Steve knew you were their little girl. More than that, he knew that you knew. In your heart, you came back to them. You needed them. And that’s all Steve could ever want.

You’re squeezed between your two daddies as the wheel makes its way up to the top. They watch as you look in awe of how tiny everything looks from up above. This must be what it's like for your daddies to see all the time. You feel as though you’re at the tippity top of the wheel forever. You don’t mind as it’s beautiful and quiet up there with the only people in the world you wanted to be with. You tiredly lay your head against Steve's arm, signaling to him that you’ll likely sleep the whole drive home.

“I love you,” you say contently, and they know you say it for both of them.

“We love you too angel. So much,” Steve tells you, smiling down at his sleepy little girl, and looking up to see Bucky’s lightened up face too.

He takes it all in, remembering the times when just he and Bucky would go out to these things–or really–when Bukcy would drag him to the carnivals. He knew how much Bucky loved this. He knew how much you loved this. And he loved it too. He loved you both, and that was all he needed.

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queen-of-the-avengers · 1 month

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Under His Protection

Pairing: Andrew!Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: angst, stopping a potential rape, getting slapped, minor fluff at the end

Summary: Your good heart won't let you walk by something when you know something is wrong. That usually means trouble for you, but you can always count on Peter to swoop in and save the day.

Squares Filled: villain/hero for @spider-man-bingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Shit, you’re going to be so late. Thank God you live right behind the school for this exact reason. Your backyard is right by the school’s football field so you cut across it every single morning and afternoon. Due to being so close, you can sleep in longer than everyone else.

This time, you might have overslept.

You jump over the fence and walk across the empty football field quickly. You think it’s empty until you hear someone over by the bleachers. You walk a bit closer and see it’s one of the most popular jocks, Jake Staton. He’s honestly one of the best players this school has seen in a few years but all you’ve heard is horror stories about him.

He’s arrogant, a terrible lover, and at times, abusive. He thinks so highly of himself and doesn’t treat women right. Ask any one of his ex-girlfriends.

The girl he’s with says something you mistake for a moan but the closer you get, the more you realize she is protesting against Jake.

“No, stop. Get off me,” she begs.

“You know you want it, baby. Don’t fight it,” he smirks and kisses her neck.

“Seriously, stop. I mean it.”

You could keep walking and ignore what you saw but that’s not who you are. You have a reputation for sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.

“Hey, dickwad,” Jake steps back from the girl to glare at you. The girl pushes him off her but he doesn’t move much. “She said no.”

“Fuck off.”

You step closer and put a hand on his shoulder to yank him away from her.

“She said no. You’re the one who should fuck off.”

Suddenly, you feel a stinging sensation on your cheek. You fall to the ground from the impact and stare at Jake in shock. He backhanded you with the hand that has rings on it. The girl sees this chance to run away from him, and he scoffs at not getting some before school. He steps closer to you but you don’t do the smart thing and back away. You’re not going to show him any weakness.

“Get in my way again and it won’t be your face I’m slapping next.”

Once he is gone, you take your hand away from your cheek to see it bleeding. God, this shit hurts. You can’t go to class with a bleeding cheek so you push yourself to your feet and head to the nurse’s office.

“Come on in, honey,” she says when she sees you standing in the doorway. When she sees your cheek, she gasps. “What happened?”

“I tripped and fell.”

She knows you’re lying but she doesn’t press on if it’s going to make you uncomfortable. You sit down on the examination table and allow her to look at you. She takes care of the bleeding which isn’t from a big cut so it’s easily manageable with a bandaid. The only thing that will be prominent is the bruise already starting to form. She grabs an ice pack from the freezer and places it over your cheek.

“Thanks,” you wince and keep it there.

“Stay here. I’m going to grab something to help with the pain.’’

“Okay.”

You’re sitting there for not even five minutes when Peter Parker walks by the nurse’s office. He makes eye contact and keeps walking but stops suddenly when his brain registrars that it’s you. He rushes into the office with an angry look on his face.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” he cusses quietly. You try to keep him away from you but there is no use. He takes off the ice pack to see the darkening bruise underneath. “Who did this to you?”

When he sees your bruise, you can tell a piece of his heart broke through the look in his eyes.

“I’m fine, Peter. It’s nothing,” you sigh.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

You forgot how overprotective he was when you two were dating. He was the perfect boyfriend to you. He’d treat you like you were the only woman in the world, he brought you flowers every time the old ones died, he made you feel safe and loved. You were and still are in love with him.

He was the one who broke up with you. You went to his house for a study session when he dropped the bomb on you. You were heartbroken. Why did he do it? You two were going really good save for a few secrets you knew he was keeping from you.

That’s why he ended things with you. He hasn’t told you that he’s Spider-Man and it was becoming a hindrance keeping that secret from you. He loved you too much to bring you into his mess so he had to end things with you before you got hurt because of him. It hurts him to keep you at such a distance knowing how much he loves you.

“Jake Staton,” you sigh. Keeping it from him is pointless. He would have gotten the answer one way or another. “He was going to rape this girl and I had to stop it. I couldn’t do nothing.”

He loves how caring you are about other people, even people you don’t know. He places the ice pack back on your face and you hold it there so it doesn’t fall. He doesn’t say another word and leaves the nurse’s office.

He doesn’t have to say anything for you to know where he’s going. After the nurse gave you some medicine for the pain, a touch up of your makeup, and one of Peter’s baseball caps that you stole, you were ready for school. You kept your head down for the first half of school so that you didn't have to talk to anyone.

By lunch, you are sitting with your best friends who already know what happened. You’re checking out of the conversation since you don’t feel like talking to anyone when you notice Jake on the far side of the cafeteria. He’s sporting his own bruise on his face with a swollen eye and busted lip.

Your eyes immediately go to Peter who is sitting with Harry and Gwen. He grins when he sees you and winks at you to let you know even if you’re broken up, he still will always protect you. You know you shouldn’t feel this way but your heart skips a beat and your stomach does summersaults at his attention.

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coraniaid · 1 month

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(Answering @badwolfwho1's questions for this character ask game; one of four.)

Buffy

5 What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

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There's a chapter of my big Buffy fanfic that is partly named after this song!

21 If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

Favorite thing: having Buffy think about Kendra and be upset about Kendra’s death in post-S2 fics. (Meeting Kendra should be such a pivotal moment in Buffy’s life! It’s both the moment she first accepts that being a Slayer is more than just “a job” and rather a fundamental part of who she is, and the first moment she gets to meet somebody else who is like her (“not the only freak”). Kendra’s death should, equally, be utterly devasting for Buffy. Not only did the one other girl in all the world die, but she did so because of a series of mistakes Buffy herself made and, because Buffy had to make a deal with Spike to protect Giles, she didn’t even allow herself the opportunity to avenge her!

In actual canon, however, Buffy mentions Kendra exactly once in an episode Kendra doesn’t appear in (in Becoming Part 2). Just a single line of dialogue in the first episode after Kendra’s death and never again after that (not even when she runs into the vampire who murdered Kendra). Who wouldn't want to fix that?

Something I don’t like: people writing fic in which they pretend Buffy wasn’t ever really in love with Angel, or that she doen’t really love her mother. Not only is the show itself very clear about this, but it is a huge part of who Buffy is as a person. Buffy/Spike and Buffy/Faith make no sense except in the context of Buffy having once loved a vampire who lost his soul and she had to send to hell; a teenage Buffy who doesn’t care about her mother’s approval and an adult Buffy who doesn’t still miss her mother terribly are just not recognizable to me as the character we actually see on the show. You don't have to personally like Bangel as a ship or think Joyce is a good mother to appreciate this, and I think if you have Buffy say otherwise you are just projecting your own opinions about the show onto her in a fairly boring and lazy way.

24 What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

Not really a fandom I’ve ever been active in as such (although I liked the Greg Weisman directed cartoon a lot as a kid and I’m still slightly bitter about how it was cancelled) but Spider-Man has always seemed the most obvious inspiration for Buffy as a character? I mean, Buffy’s a wisecracking, pun-loving teenage superhero (whose exact strength and powers vary as the plot demands), one who mostly fights alone and who has to hide her abilities from her family members and work a series of low-wage and low-status jobs rather than take personal advantage of her powers, largely because of her belief that having the abilities she does gives her the responsibility to protect people.

(And, while realistically it would be absurd to think nobody in history had ever thought of the joke before, I’ll admit I was slightly perturbed recently to stumble on a clip of the old animated Spider-Man series from the 1990s in which Peter Parker makes the exact same “mythtaken” pun as Buffy does in A New Man only a few years later.)

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Spider-man: The Animated Series, 104 (Feb. 18, 1995) - “Doctor Octopus: Armed and Dangerous”

The Breakdown

Good news, folks! Pete is FINALLY gonna get some action with Felicia Hardy. The last time he tried to make a move he got cock-blocked by a Spider Slayer (we’ve ALL been there), but thankfully the last of those have been destroyed, so it's safe to say nothing's gonna get in the way this time. Anyways, just as Peter shows up at Felicia’s massive family mansion, he gets immediately cock-blocked by Dr. Octopus, who we are now meeting for the first time. The good Doctor proceeds to kidnap Felicia Hardy because he wants revenge on her mom. We discover that, Mrs. (Anastasia) Hardy once provided funding to one Dr. Otto Octavius, who was trying to create a cold fusion generator; but his progress was too slow, so she cut him off. Unable to continue his work safely, Otto followed the only sensible course of action left to him, and continued his work UNsafely. Shockingly, this resulted in an explosion that turned him into a supervillain instead of killing him. If you’re an actual person who has willingly chosen to read this blog entry about an old Spider-man cartoon, then you probably don’t need me to explain who Doctor Octopus is; but just in case you do, he’s basically got cybernetic tentacles grafted onto his spine now, and he didn’t before.

J. Jonah Jameson is a friend of the Hardy’s, and gets involved after being hand picked by Doc Ock to deliver the ransom. Sadly, the drop goes south when Peter butts in as Spider-man, and gets his ass handed to him. To make matters worse, Octavius takes Jonah captive, meaning double the ransom for double the hostages. Feeling a bit guilty for his royal screw up, Peter offers to deliver the next ransom payment without any of that superhero nonsense. This second attempt goes pretty smoothly until the Doc refuses to let Felicia and Jonah go free, since he’s now demanding more money (a good financier is hard to find). Everyone knows that two hostages is company, but three’s a crowd, so Dr. Octopus opts to violently launch Peter through an open window (and presumably to his death). Thankfully this allows him time to change into Spider-man so he can save the day, although not without incident (there’s a whole thing with a rocket that almost incinerates Felicia and JJ, but don’t worry it all works out).

The Verdict

Another enjoyable romp that faithfully re-introduces one of Spider-man’s more prominent rogues. There’s nothing about this interpretation of Doc Ock’s origin that I actively dislike, although I do find it a little too convenient how he’s independently tied to both the Hardy’s AND Peter Parker (check my Additional Observations below for more on that). Where this episode really shines is the action sequences, which are well animated, and deftly capture Spidey’s smooth acrobatic movements. In fact, the animation is so good that future octopus-centric episodes would come to reuse much of it as a cost cutting measure (a practice that this series would gain a reputation for).

3 stars (out of 5)

Additional Observations

Dr. Octopus joins The Lizard as the second villain on this show who has pre-existing ties to Peter’s personal life. In the comics most of Spidey’s initial villain roster were comprised of individuals who didn’t know Peter at all (or at least not until after they’d crossed paths with him as Spider-man), with the most notable exception being the green goblin. Even as a kid I always preferred it that way: A) Because it always seemed a bit more probable, and I was a nerd who cared about such things. B) It made the exceptions to that rule a bit more meaningful. Oh well, this is a kids show after all, and I can appreciate that the writers needed to take some story-telling shortcuts to accommodate the show’s runtime.

Young Peter's history with Octavius: We’re shown that Otto Octavius once ran a science camp that Peter attended as a boy. There, Octavius encouraged Peter in his own scientific pursuits, after the other kids tease him for causing a small chemical explosion. It’s nice to see young people being mentored in the sciences, but I find Otto Octavius’ inspirational advice somewhat dubious. Otto states, verbatim: “Their laughter is meaningless. Science is the important thing, it justifies ALL that we do in its service,” which is quite a concerning statement coming from a guy with a German accent. I might otherwise be inclined to argue that the writers had intended for this to demonstrate how his ethics were always questionable, but the scene plays out to warm inspirational music. Also, in the VERY next line Peter wonders aloud “What could have changed him?” Um. I dunno Pete, it kinda seems like his current actions and behaviour are all consistent with his previously established worldview, and you just overlooked it because he was being nice to you during an emotionally fragile time in your life.

Also, if you’re going to give children access to potentially dangerous chemical compounds (which I would advocate against, but that’s just me), the proper use of PPE should probably be more strongly enforced.

Oh, and don’t worry folks, Felicia is still down to give Peter another chance at that date. Pete’s wallcrawling typically gets in the way of his love life, so it’s always nice when he gets an occasional win.

Although, you may be wondering what has become of Mary Jane who was introduced triumphantly in the final moments of the previous episode. All I can say is that she’s not here this week, nor were the writers interested in addressing that subplot, but then I guess contending with metallic-tentacle-wielding psychopaths is probably a higher priority. At any rate, believe MJ be back with us next episode.

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stupid sexy fantasies

I have the same fantasies over and over. It's like my brain refuses to think of anything normal or interesting. These things show up in my writing a lot, to the point where I worry that readers will notice how repetitive I really am.

So here's a brief look into my strange inner self, as I imagine telling all this to a kindly therapist in the image of Peter Lorre because I cannot afford one in real life.

*taking notes* Patient is clearly a deviant and a lost cause.

The following was difficult to write down because of shyness but I'm making an effort to be bolder this year:

I'm sure I mentioned this before but I have a huge fetish for bellies. So much. I don't even know why, but I've had this fascination since I was not quite three years old. At least that's when I first remember it. As time went on it went hand-in-hand with a fat/weight gain fetish. I always made up little stories to myself about hungry characters with grumbly tummies who eventually had the opportunity to eat as much as they wanted, and then they rested with a good full belly that happily gurgled away while they slept. Invariably they would eat more and get fatter because in my head, plump bellies = the sexiest thing on planet earth. I STILL find every opportunity to work these things into my fiction and I'm sure it gets old for literally everyone except me.

And I can't forget belly rubs. Bellies are a vulnerable part of us, and something about being allowed to rest on top of someone to soothe and kiss their bloated belly and listen to their food digest is deeply exciting for me. I love getting the same kind of attention, too. I want to be told how fat I am, or praised for the impressive amount of food I managed to put away (in a nice way. Like an appreciative, admiring kind of way). Also if we're cuddling/making out and things are starting to get hot, and our stomachs press together... 😍😍 It just feels amazing and it's so comforting. It represents trust. (btw if there's some long German or perhaps Yiddish vocabulary word for this precise feeling of comfort/safety/sexual lust/belly and/or food obsession in general, I'd really like to learn what it is).

If I'm in another kind of mood, I also like vore; the impossible fantasy of a person swallowing another person whole. Obviously this cannot be done by humans, but in fiction all manner of weird things are possible. The same belly stuff applies here--the predator ends up with a HUGE belly which is always exciting--but there's also that element of control in play. The predator exerts control over their helpless prey by literally consuming them. I like it when prey gets digested, because I just can't be normal about anything. I'm either a soft cuddle bug or a devouring predator and there isn't much in between. I don't know what that says about me.

ANYway, after all that, it's inevitable that I would start to combine various obsessions, so all these fantasies typically involve Peter Lorre in some way. Now that I think about it, my fetishes may have initially played into my love for Peter. See, my obsession with Peter began when I first saw "Arsenic and Old Lace." And there's a line, right after Jonathan and Dr. Einstein first show up at the Brewster home:

Jonathan: I hope there's a fatted calf awaiting the return of the prodigal.

Einstein: A fatted calf? Oh, Johnny, I'm so hungry...

I remember the exact moment when I first saw that and a few things went through my teenage brain at once: "omg, the little doctor is so pitiful and cute. OMG, he just said he was hungry?? !!!! Must feed him. C'mon, somebody feed him, he's starving. Oh I hope he gets to eat soon." I spent the rest of the scene in a state of confused excitement while hoping nobody else noticed the emotional whirlwind I was in. Ever since then, Peter was my favorite actor forever, the end.

I'm sure I would have loved him anyway even if I didn't have the aforementioned fetishes, but now I'm stuck imagining him as the subject of various tummy fantasies, too. I mean, by all accounts he loved food and sort of naturally tended to be plump. What if he enjoyed this kind of thing too? Would he like it if someone, say me in another life, admitted all this to him and gave him loving belly rubs as a form of foreplay? I dunno... but I hope he would like it.

#really long winded #I don't expect anyone to read all of this but I had to write it down somewhere #me and my weird-ass and yet somehow boring fetishes #plus peter lorre

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13. what themes/motifs do you hope other people notice most about your character?

[ Questions For Muns | Accepting ]

I'll run through the list of characters, because I love each of them individually and for different things. I may slide into what the muses want noticed about them even more than what I want noticed, because they will sometimes speak more loudly than me. 😅

-> Beta Ray Bill: Not only is he the most honorable character this side of the universe, and possessed of a deeply embedded code of chivalry, he also has precision of language. Rarely does he use contractions, and his dialogue lacks colloquialisms. This theme is a nod (rather than an explicit statement) towards his use of All-Tongue, an oft-overlooked gift from Asgard, which allows him to speak to anyone he pleases, despite perhaps not having a given person's language on file or even any cheek flesh. Really, I hope that he's seen as being the most classic mensch.

-> Agent Coulson: It would be a given to mention his sense of duty, particularly towards his teammates but also to SHIELD and to the world. I try to write him with his focus bent towards that at virtually all times. But there's also always a certain sense of wistfulness present in his undertone. For all that he's done to save the world, it's a constant nag at his soul that he's done so little to take care of himself. He wants far more connection than he actually has, but that desire didn't truly begin to manifest until later in life. So there's always a streak of sadness running through him that colors his interactions.

-> Groot: There's a comic cover of Jean Grey reading his mind and perceiving a full paragraph behind the words "I am Groot." The theme here is that he has a vast breadth of thought and emotion, and that it's all complex and highly nuanced, but rarely appreciated by those who can't understand him. I love that theme and it's what I strive for when I write him.

-> Spider-Man (Peter Parker): He's got youth and optimism on his side, not to mention a depth of intellect that's brutally difficult to beat. But Peter behaves like a social idiot because he perceives himself as "just Peter", whereas when he's Spider-Man, he feels far more confident in his anonymity. So I try to present them both as differing personalities, but unavoidably entwined in brains and observational wit. I also put forward a theme of each of them setting up personal boundaries with others, because he has a bit of a complex about what happens to those who find out about his dual identity... but it makes him terribly lonely, and that has a habit of showing through as well. I want him to be a sympathetic character.

-> Dr. Strange: I try to stick to a theme of him reflecting on his prior career every so often even while conducting his sorcery. This is not to make him sound like he's stuck in his past, but most portrayals of Stephen are heavily informed by his trauma -- not just the accident that destroyed his hands, but the loss of all his family to illness and injury, every one of them before their time. He became a doctor to save lives and spite Death itself, because he couldn't stop it from taking the ones he loved the most. That figures strongly into what he does now. He's still a doctor. Just not the sort that gets a million-dollar degree at the end. And I hope that shows through.

-> Venom (Eddie Brock): This is probably the easiest of all of them. I have always wanted Eddie to be seen as very rough-cut, but earnest and genuine with his feelings, and willing to share them with whoever he's interacting with. And while media interpretations show his Other as a representation of his id running amok, I prefer to theme Him as Eddie's conscience. The extra voice in his head telling him when the right moment for XYZ is, or whether he's about to act on an astoundingly bad idea. Their relationship isn't as antagonistic in my portrayal as it is in the films or even the earlier comics. They're supposed to be supportive of one another.

-> Vision: What I hope gets noticed most about Vis is how he employs knowledge, curiosity, and insight to counter emotional instability. I want it to be clear he understands he's not terribly gifted at offering physical comfort since his body is made of vibranium and he has neither animal warmth nor heartbeat... but he can still offer a wealth of compassion if he's permitted. He also seeks to be overwhelmingly respectful towards anyone he meets. (Does anybody doubt Camelot would still stand today if he'd been a member of King Arthur's court?)

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hey there! i was wondering if i could request a wade wilson x avengers fem reader? i love wade and the deadpool franchise so so much!! thank you :)

tysm for your request, this is my first time writing a deadpool fic but hopefully it's not that bad lmao

THE GOOD AND THE BAD - DEADPOOL

summary: your team allowed you to bring your boyfriend along for a mission...now they deeply regret it

pairing: wade wilson (deadpool) x avenger!fem!reader

word count: 1K

warnings: language, flirting, fluff, wade's a goof but a softy only for you, tony slander lmao, not proof-read

a reblog is always appreciated :)

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"So...at which part of the plan we do that superhero group pose you all love to do?"

No one said a thing after that comment. The same thing happened every time Wade would open his mouth. You simply sat on the seat next to him, knowing everyone were already tired of hearing him talk.

They never really got to meet this mysterious boyfriend of yours before the mission. All they really knew is that he existed and he has been dating you for a few months.

When you told them he was in the superhero business (mostly), they even suggested he could try to join the Avengers. You knew right away the idea would repulse Wade, so you had to tell your team he liked to work on his own to avoid telling them the truth. Even when Wade thinks, as he once put it, "the Avengers are slightly less annoying and lame than the X-Men", you doubted he would ever want to be part of this team.

Still, he agreed to join you on a mission. Wade mostly agreed to get to spend more time with you, since you've been a lot busier after becoming an Avenger. He'd constantly make fun of you for being a superstar now, teasing you about the interviews, ridiculous outfits and terrible hero names.

"You've got to be kidding me!" he exclaimed one day. "A guy literally calls himself ant-man?"

"Well, he can shrink," you shrugged. "What else did you expect?"

"Your whole team is ruled by the biggest capitalist in the whole entire world and he can't get y'all a manager or publicist, or something? Someone that can come up with better names?" he insisted, shaking his head.

"Your best friend literally calls himself Spider-Man."

"Yeah, and his name sucks too."

"We don't actually plan those," Peter replied to Wade's question in an attempt to make the situation less awkward.

"Oh, of course you don't," he muttered sarcastically, leaning back on his seat. "Ugh, this looks like a very expensive plane, did you lost all the budget before you could buy comfortable seats?"

Tony heard that comment and turned to look at you, trying very hard not to roll his eyes. "Where did you find this guy again?

"Uh, a bar?" was all you could come up as an answer, knowing he wasn't exactly asking that.

"She was drunk, I was drunk– we had greaaaaat sex that night, and have been together ever since."

"How about we keep quiet until we get there?" Natasha said this time, hoping she could get to end the conversation.

Lucky for you, no one else said anything. Wade leaned closer to you and whispered, "I hate this people so much already. The redhead with anger problems and the patriotic blondie over there are hot tho."

"Nat and Steve?" you whispered back. "Yeah, I thought the exact same thing when I first met them."

"But you are definitely the hottest Avenger."

"You say that because you're my boyfriend."

"No. I say it because I have excellent taste," he corrected. "Besides, I'm pretty sure I saw a few posts on Tumblr that agree with me."

You laughed at his comment before leaning closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder as you snuggled closer to him affectionately.

All jokes aside, Wade loves when you show him any sort of affection. He likes physical affection the most, but he can't deny he enjoys when you tell him how much you love him or when you would surprise him with romantic dates or awesome gifts. Sometimes he can be a little insecure, so it's nice to have you around to remind him he's deeply loved.

He immediately wrapped an arm around you as you got more comfortable. A thing you loved about him was his ability and willingness to give you as much as he receives from you. It's the little things and gestures he only does for you that make you fall harder for him every day.

To the outside world he was this annoying, loud, mediocre, never-takes-anything-serious type of guy, but to you he was much more than that. You got to know the soft, caring, honest Wade Wilson. The one that would stop doing whatever he's doing to come home to you if you're having a bad day. The one that treats you like you're the most precious thing that has ever existed. The one that would do anything to keep you safe and make you happy.

So yeah, he was an annoying asshole with an incredibly dark sense of humor who says and do lots of questionable things. But you love him just like that, and you wouldn't change a thing.

"Okay, listen up," Steve said after a few minutes, catching the team's attention. "We'll be landing soon and we need to go over our plan again."

He turned to look at you first. "You, Nat, Clint and Kate stay back to cover the entire perimeter– remember to stay hidden. Tony, Wanda, Vision, Rhodey...you're in charge of any incoming attack from the air. Bruce, Wade, Peter, Thor and I will be at the centre of what will definitely be a very heated battlefield, so we'll need help for you guys hiding nearby," he continued. "Stay on your positions, work together and good luck. Questions?"

Wade immediately raised his hand. Steve sighed. "Yes, Wade?"

"What was everyone's names again?"

"Green monster, blue-white-red boy, hammer and spider are on your team," Tony snapped, exasperated. "Try to help them."

"Got it! Why aren't you the one in charge with the speeches?"

Tony slightly nodded at the same time as Rhodey tried not to laugh. "Never though this moment would come but I agree with you. Thanks."

"Oh, you're welcome," Wade replied.

"Guys, please focus," Steve interrupted.

You grabbed Wade's glove-covered hand, giving it a light squeeze before letting him go. "Looks like you've made a friend," you joked.

"If only he didn't embody absolutely everything I hate about our system," he says. "I bet he's pro life, too."

"You think I'd work with him if he was?"

"Fair enough," he nodded. "I'm gonna miss you out there."

"Me too, but remember we have a date when all of this is over."

"Yup. And remember the one who kills the less amount of bad guys has to pay for dinner."

"Meaning, you."

"Don't claim victory just yet, honey," he quickly replied, starting to load his guns. "Remember how much I hate paying for food."

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stinkysam · 2 years

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Peter Parker - I wanna thank myself for always having my back

Warning : post NWH but no real spoilers

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : "Peter 1 and Peter 2 slapped some sense inside Peter 3's skull who's rushing to you after his multiverse field trip"

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

Maybe he was seeing signs where there weren't any.

Or maybe he suddenly cared about those things, those "messages", because they were pointing at you.

But hearing Peter 2 say he was in a stable relationship and it was working despite his activities and then later catching MJ, saving her from falling to her death felt a little too much to not be signs.

So when he got back to his universe and his phone immediately buzzed with notifications from you, he knew what he had to do, rushing straight to your apartment.

Frantically knocking at your window and calling out your name until you finally showed yourself holding a stool above your head. "Are you seriously going to attack me with that ?"

Your eyes grew wide as you recognized Peter, quickly setting your weapon aside and letting him in, instantly engulfing him into a tight hug.

"Where were you ? It's the 5th floor !?" you said, looking through the window as if to make sure of that. "Oh yeah ?" He quipped, grabbing your face to get your attention only for the both of you to speak at the same time "You're Spiderman ?" "I love you"

"What ?" "Whaaaaaat nooo." "You love me ?" "Be honest, it's the suit ?" "Among other things- Stop joking." "Yeah." you stared at him, not sure what information to process first.

"Can I kiss you ? Because I- I really want to" "Oh, you do ?" you smiled as he simply hummed with a small nod before quickly interjecting "I mean, you're- you're still holding me and- and you're very clearly looking at my lips right now"

You chuckled before locking his lips in a sweet kiss, feeling him instantly relax and melt against you while his heart was pounding in his chest.

Two months had passed since that day and he still can't get enough of your affection. Craving it for all the years he stopped himself from letting people get too close, too scared they could get taken away from him.

But meeting Peter 1 and Peter 2 made him change his way of thinking. He had never been alone even if he didn't know, you and them were proof of that which means he could return your love tenfold.

Adoring to cup your face, littering you with kisses. But you love to do this as well, you refuse to be defeated, showering him with all the love you have, your lips landing back on his each time he tries to talk his way out of it. He can feel the whole world disappear when you do that.

Just having your arms wrapped around his body, watching a movie while cuddling and sharing a few lazy kisses.

He quickly gets used to sleeping snuggled against you and despite moving a lot in his sleep, he's still somehow touching you. Either his legs are tangled with yours or one arm is under your shirt or his face pressed flat against your back.

He's absolutely thrilled to go on dates with you but he's also really nervous. He wants them to go exactly as planned because that's what you deserve and he hates having to cut them short. You tell him it's fine and you understand, Spiderman doesn't really have a schedule, and even if he had one, he knows he wouldn't be able to ignore someone in need.

So he really appreciates having you reassure him once he gets back to you.

Sometimes he rethinks his choices and wonders if he's going to regret making them, if he is allowed to have you. But you always make him forget about the 'what if's.

"I love you" he says quietly, petting your head as you rest against his chest, you're half asleep but you still answer "I love you too".

You grab his hand and place his fingers against your lips. "I love you" you repeat, and he can feel the whole world disappear once again, his heart sings, your breathing lightly tickling and warming his skin and he absolutely loses it when he feels you pressing a kiss on his hand before you drift off to sleep.

Yeah you're not getting away anytime soon.

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charming | j.p

james potter x gn!reader

requested by 🐻 anon where the reader teaches James a muggle sport with the prompt 'I've seen you skating. you're pretty shit' - 'fuck off' (from my quote prompt list)

warnings; gender neutral pronouns, swearing

word count; 1000+

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“Fucking awful you are, mate,” laughed Sirius, watching James take another tumble from the skateboard he’d bought over the summer, “I live in muggle London and I reckon that’s not how it’s done.”

“I don’t think you have to live in any part of muggle England to know that’s not how it’s done,” Remus pointed out, earning a glare from James who hoped at least maybe he would have his back.

“When did you start learning?” Peter asked, hoping to provide some relief for his friend.

“Last month,” James grumbled, not appreciating the attempt, though Remus and Sirius appeared to have done.

As his friends laughed, even Peter, James picked the skateboard up again and threw it down in front of him, putting one foot on the board and pushing one against the ground to gain momentum. He was doing well at first, and even his friends had stopped laughing to watch him, holding out hope that he might make it to the grass where the path stopped and prove them wrong. But, as fate would have it, he placed his foot down at the wrong moment and met the floor with his face, while his friends were met with hysterics.

While deciding whether to stay there for the rest of his life or pummel his friends, he was approached by Y/N, someone in his class he always found his eyes involuntarily drifting to. He supposed it was just his luck that his face was painted with grass stains when he finally got to talk to them. Quickly jumping up and brushing off the last of his dignity, he flashed a confident smile towards Y/N, desperate for the lie to appear believable.

“I’ve seen you skating. You’re pretty shit,” you said bluntly.

“Fuck off,” James scoffed, almost too quickly for him to comprehend what he was snapping back with.

You cracked a smile, “I can teach you, if you like?” you offered, eyeing up the skateboard which was overturned in the grass like he had been just seconds before.

“Oh yeah? Show me, then,” he demanded, crossing his arms over his chest and looking back to his friends who did not seem to share the same arrogance as him.

“All right, may I?” you asked, pointing at James’ skateboard.

With the nod of his head, you took his skateboard and walked back to where he had started skating, next to the rest of the Marauders. Mounting the skateboard, you took off down the path, heading towards James with ease. You might not have shown off quite so much had he not flipped you off half way through, but his poor and broken masculinity only made for petty incentive. And when you got closer to him, you ignored the way the sun hit his glasses and soft brown hair, and instead flipped the skateboard beneath your feet before coming to a stop beside him, only then allowing yourself to admire his features ever so briefly.

James shook his head in disbelief, allowing a breathy laugh to pass through his lips, following a string of choice words. He approached you, both his dignity and masculinity shattered on the floor behind him, and laughed.

“All right, love,” he began, “Teach me.”

“‘Love’? Do you always flip off the people you flirt with?” you smirked, handing him back his skateboard.

“Only the ones I’m serious about,” he winked, mounting the board and waiting for instruction.

“And what if I’ve changed my mind now?” you asked, hand on your hip.

“You wouldn’t do such a thing, would you? I’ll repay you for your kindness. What do you say to a butterbeer this weekend, hmm?” he offered, running his hands through his hair as he gave you a toothy grin.

“Depends, is it a date?”

“You can’t ask it like that! How am I supposed to know what the right answer is?”

“Looks like you’ll just have to guess,” you cocked an eyebrow, hoping for a particular reponse.

James thought for a moment, thinking back to the stolen glances in the classroom and the way his heart was beating a little faster the more he talked to you now. He liked you, fancied you even, so what was he waiting for? Hopefully not rejection, he thought, as he mustered up the courage to respond.

“Yeah, it’s a date.”

You stood before James, smiling like you were before, “Alright, put your left foot forward, just behind those bolts there,” you said pointing to the two spots on the front of the board.

For a second, James stood dumbfounded, his mouth slightly agape as he watched your hand and mouth move without processing any of what you were telling him. Behind him, he could hear his friends laughing and cheering, but he couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from you. It was like all at once he became a bashful mess, and had to be told twice where to put his foot.

Sirius, Remus and Peter watched them for over an hour as the sun began to set behind the Dark Forest, laughing when James fell, smiling when they flirted, and whispering under their breath about what it might be like a month from now, sure they would be walking through the halls of Hogwarts like they’d been together forever. They whooped when James put his hands on Y/N’s shoulders for balance and laughed when James shot them a glare, and when he fell, with Y/N not far behind, they figured it was time for them to go to dinner and leave them be.

“That hurt,” you laughed, rolling off James who’d taken the brunt of the fall.

“You don’t say,” he groaned from the impact, “But I’ll always take the fall for you,” he smirked, never missing an opportunity to turn on his charm.

“Oh, get up you big sod,” you giggled, taking his hand and hauling him up, “You almost had it, let’s try again.”

“As you wish, Y/N,” he said, pecking your cheek, leaving you more flustered than he’d ever seen you.

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loving-all-for-loki · 3 years

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How about a Loki x reader.. Tony moves his baby sister into the compound after something happens to her but he won’t tell anyone what. She refuses to leave her room until everyone is in bed. She comes out one night and is caught by Loki. She immediately apologizes and becomes so shaken up that she drops her things and breaks a glass. Then it hits him why she was secretly moved in. Tony had discovered his little sister living in a bad situation with her now ex and suffered years of abuse. Loki decides then to take his time to make her feel safe again and they eventually fall for each other.

A/N: I hope this works! I got really sappy at the end, but I also don’t know how to end these one shots. This is a bit of a lengthy one, so bear with me.

He’s Not Him

Summary: Tony Stark has enough of his sister’s ex and moves her into the Avengers Tower. After taking notice of her shy and timid behavior, Loki digs deep at her past, making him want to make her feel safe.

Pairing: Loki x Stark!reader, Tony Stark x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 2993

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of domestic abuse, language

Forever Tags: @mm2305

Y/E/N - your ex’s name

*If you or someone you know is being domestically abused, please reach out to 911 or call 800.799.SAFE (7233) for help. Love you all*

Tony storms into his sister's apartment. After standing outside of her door for a half hour, he bashed in the door at the the sound of a scream from inside. Frantically, he pushes his way around the furniture and bursts into your bedroom. His eyes go wide at the sight of you on the floor in a ball and your ex boyfriend above you with a fist out. Stark grabs your ex’s fist and rips him away from you, pushing him into your dresser.

“Get the fuck out!” Tony screams.

“Oh, the great Tony Stark is here. What are you going to do? Drop a bomb on me?”

You’ve never seen Tony’s skin turn so red. He storms forward and punches your ex square in the nose, sending him down on the ground. Tony unleashes all his energy until the man is left with a broken nose and multiple bruises.

“Get. Out.”

Your ex runs out of your room, without missing the chance to break a few things, and out of your apartment. You look up out of your ball to see Tony rushing to your side with panic in his eyes. He lifts up your head as you climb into his lap.

“Come here, darling. You’re okay. You’re safe now.” He coos.

You cry into the crook of his shoulder as he rocks you back and forth, his hand on your back.

“I’m getting you out of here,” He says, placing you on your bed, “I’m taking you to the tower with us.”

Tony leaves you on your bed as he gets a suitcase and packs your things. He gathers all of your clothes and some of your possessions like books, drawings, and others. You can feel the tears starting to dry on your skin as you stop crying. Tony doesn’t miss the way you start to uncurl and the bruises on your neck show up. His face drops to see the choking marks on your neck.

“I’m… so sorry, Y/N. I should have been here to protect you.”

You shake your head at him as he joins you on the bed. Tony reaches around your head to undo your ponytail and cover the bruises.

“There, now no one will ask you about them.”

You give him a gentle smile which eases him a little. He leans forward and kisses your forehead before taking your hand and helping you up. Tony and you walk out of your building and into the garage where Happy is in the car. He drops you off for five minutes to go talk to your landlord about you leaving.

“You’re going to be okay,” Happy reassures you.

“Thanks,” you manage to get out.

He gives you a warm smile. He has always made you smile throughout the years. Tony comes back, joins you in the car, and takes off to the tower.

Upon arrival, you look up at the large tower in awe. You’ve visited a couple of times, but that was a year ago since your ex didn’t allow you to see Tony much. It’s always been impressive. You were thankful for Tony letting you live on your own and make something of your own life instead of letting you mooch off of his fortune, but you do regret sometimes not letting him support you more. You were always so proud of him.

Tony carries your luggage as he leads you to the elevators. He looks down at you every so often, noticing the anxious way you bite your nails.

“You’re safe here. We have the best security and you’ll be surrounded by trained assassins and heroes. They’ll protect you, I promise.”

You nod your head at Tony’s words. As much as they help you, you don’t really want to see or talk to anyone. After having your ex break into your house every day for two weeks, you want to be alone except for the occasional visit from Tony.

The elevator doors open and reveal you and your brother to the Avengers who are all lounging in the living area. They turn to look at you with puzzled faces, making you nervous and hide behind Tony’s arm. He lets you stay behind him instead of forcing you to say hi as you exit the elevator.

“Everyone, this is my sister, Y/N. She’s going to stay here from now on so be nice to her,” Tony announces.

Everyone says hi to you but you stay silent behind Tony. He doesn’t question it even though the others look at one another in concern. Steve thinks to himself that you can’t be that rude, but given the way you look, everything must be very different to you from the rest of your life. You look shocked and scared.

Looking at the Avengers, you take in each and everyone’s appearance. Bucky and Nat look the scariest in your opinion and you make a mental note to stay away from them. Sam, Steve, and Clint look nice, but Wanda looks like the sweetest lady in the universe. She has a smile that warms your heart. Turning to your right, you see two very tall men standing and staring at you.

The taller one has blonde hair and a big grin on his face. He has a large stature, but he does not look intimidating. He has a golden retriever energy to him, but the man next to him is a different story. With his pitch black hair and powerful stand, the other man stares at you with daggers in his eyes. He sends shivers down your spine without saying anything.

You drag your eyes away from the intimidating man and follow Tony down the hallway. He leads you to your room where you get settled in, unpacking your clothes and putting away your things. Laying in the bed, you take a big nap which is needed. You feel as if you let out a breath you’ve been holding for days. The idea of being away from your ex finally settles in and you feel the wave of relief wash over your body, letting you drift away into sleep.

You’re woken up by Tony letting you know dinner is being served. He lets you know that you’re not being expected to come out and eat with everyone, which you appreciate. Ten minutes later, he comes by your room and slips a plate of food in your room as he opens the door, letting you eat alone.

Tony returns to the living room by the other Avengers eating and gathered around the couch. He takes his plate and sits next to Pepper who has her own food, smiling at him as he joins.

“So, your sister?” Sam asks.

“Don’t even think about it. She is not to date any of you.”

“Woah, I didn’t say that,” Sam laughs.

“But we know what you meant,” Steve chuckles, rolling his eyes, “She seems shy.”

“She is. You probably won’t get a lot out of her.”

“Can I ask why she’s staying her?”

“No.”

Steve shares a look with Bucky. The elevator door opens and Peter walks into the living room.

“You guys started dinner without me?” He asks, jokingly.

“Early birds get the worm,” Steve laughs.

The group chuckles and keeps eating their food.

“Is Y/N a new Avenger?” Steve asks.

Tony sighs and rolls his eyes at the question. Everyone notices the annoyance in Tony with talking about you and collectively decide to stop asking questions. It’s clear he doesn’t want to talk about you much.

“No, she’s not.”

“Who’s Y/N?” Peter asks.

“I’ll fill you in later,” Nat replies.

The day goes by fast and you find yourself staring out at New York in the moonlight. You have always enjoyed the night time. They say New York is the city that never sleeps, but you’ve always found peace and warmth in the New York night. Everyone goes out to party or to bed. It’s a time of joy and relaxment.

You hear the last door shut for the night, signally everyone going to bed. Looking outside of your door, you don’t spot anyone so you sprint outside to the kitchen with your empty dinner plate. Upon entering it, you search the walls for the light switch for about five minutes. There’s no other light than that except for the over. You finally find it and switch it on. As you turn around, you’re startled by the frightening black haired man standing there.

Scared, you drop your plate, shattering it on the tile floor. Your eyes go wide as you start to back up against the wall. Without saying anything, the man takes a step forward, scaring you half to death. Your mind plays tricks on you and all you can think about is your ex breaking into your home. You start to have a panic attack, sliding down against the wall, and curling up into a ball.

You miss the way Loki’s eyes go wide. He watches you descend into an anxiety attack and doesn’t know what to do, knowing he’s who caused it. Quickly, he rushes down the hallways and bangs on Tony’s doors.

“What do you want, Reindeer Games?” He groans.

“Your sister…”

Tony doesn’t wait for another word for following Loki down the corridor. He spots you panicking in the corner of the kitchen and grabs you, lifting you into his lap. You grab onto his neck and pull him close, crying into him. He lifts you up and carries you off to your room without saying a word to Loki, leaving him standing in the kitchen agape.

Not knowing what to do and unable to relax, Loki makes his way to his room and opens up an old laptop Thor had gotten him. After spending thirty minutes just to figure out how to work it, he starts googling things about you. He starts with your name and finds multiple articles on you and Tony, the Stark Industry Golden Children. You left when you were eighteen, wanting to make your own life and not follow in the family’s footsteps. He gives you credit for being yourself, something he had struggled with. He knows the feeling, not wanting to be your family.

Then a certain website catches his eye, Facebook. He finds a profile of you filled with photos and text. There are some of you with friends in the town, a couple of old coworkers wishing you a happy birthday, then there’s a photo of you with a man. There are no other photos of you with him other than this one a couple months ago. He keeps scrolling to find more photos of you with him, but they all stop after that first one. Clicking on something tagged in the caption, another profile pops up.

Y/E/N’s profile. Filled with photos of drunk nights at the club, shirtless gym time, and quotes from misogynistic authors, Loki finds himself despising this man he does not know. He scrolls through finding very little of you in his account, as if you don’t matter as much to him as he does to you. Closing his computer, Loki decided to go check on you. He’s frustrated by whoever this man is, not knowing whether he’s important or not.

Loki peeks into your room to see Tony laying next to you, brushing through your hair with his fingers. Tony looks up and meets him in the eyes. There’s slight anger, but Loki doesn’t feel pushed away. He takes a step in before Tony leans into your ear and whispers. You look up and over to Loki, but you don’t ask him to leave. Loki continues to walk into your bedroom quietly, but with a small gentle smile on his face.

“I’m sorry for scaring you earlier,” he says, “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know. Thanks,” you mutter.

Your voice is small and timid like a mouse. He can hear the hesitation in your voice, not knowing whether he should talk to you or not.

“Are… you okay?”

“Yes.”

Another awkward pregnant pause erupts between the two of you. Loki looks around your room as Tony continues to hold you. He whispers into your ear again before leaving.

“I’m going to go back to my room,” he says, “call me if you need me okay?”

“Thanks, Tony.”

“Of course, anything for my little sister.”

He kisses your forehead and heads out of your room, leaving you and Loki alone. You don’t mind his presence anymore. After Tony tells you that Loki isn’t your ex and you’re okay, you’ve accepted him.

“I have to ask… who is that man on Facebook?”

Loki gives you a quizzical look. You think for a moment about how Loki got on Facebook and what guy he’s talking about.

“His name is Y/E/N.”

Your body clenches at the sound of his name and Loki takes a step back, looking at you. He’s never seen anyone physically close up just from a name. It may be some Midgardians thing he doesn’t understand, but the way that you are shaking, he thinks otherwise. He sits down next to you and wraps his arms around your shoulders. You lean into his touch as you attempt to calm down.

He’s not here. I’m safe. He’s not here. I’m safe.

You keep repeating that in your head, reminding yourself that you’re safe in the tower like Tony said. Looking up at Loki, you see his concerned face. He cares. This man you barely know cares about you.

He’s not him. He’s not him. He’s not him.

“I don’t think I properly introduced myself. I’m being quite an ass asking you these questions without manners. I’m Loki.”

Loki, not Y/E/N. He’s not him. He’s not him.

“Well, L-Loki,” you say with a stutter, “He’s uh… my ex. Ex boyfriend.”

“Ah.”

He nods as he takes in the information at hand. Your ex, who makes you quiver in fear even over people who have done nothing to her, has no photos of you. He shares his lavish lifestyle that most would presume belongs to a single man. Loki looks back at your depressed ridden face. The color in your skin has drained from you and you’re staring blank cold at the wooden floors under your bed. Loki places a hand on your neck to move your hair and give you a light massage, but you flinch away from him before he is able.

Loki’s never seen so much fear and worry in someone’s eyes before. You jerk away from him muttering yourself, as if it were taking everything in you to not scream. He looks over you to see bruises along your neck where your hair had moved from when you moved. A wave of anger runs through his body, infuriating him. He did that to you. That’s why you’re so afraid of him.

“Did he-”

“Yes.”

Loki rises from your bed and clenches his fists. You see the anger pouring from him and rush to his side before he can storm off. You grab his arms and force him to look at you.

“Please, don’t… don’t do anything.”

“Why shouldn’t I? No man should ever do that to a woman, especially you.”

“Just let it be.”

He releases his fist but the fury in his eyes doesn't. You pull him towards you to make him sit again. Moving in closer, you lean into him. Loki wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap. The two of you lay down in your bed, you curled up on him as he held you, running his fingers in your hair.

For some reason, Loki feels as if he has to protect you. The way you ball up gives him this sense of innocence about you. You haven’t done anything to deserve those injuries, just live your life and try to find love. Loki always knew there was a good reason to hate Midgardians, not just for their stupidity and now he’s found it.

The two of you fall asleep without realizing it. The light from the sun peaking in the windows wakes you. Stirring in bed, you look up to see Loki under you, his arms holding you against him by your waist. You're cradled into his chest as his chin barely rests on the top of your head. Loki’s eyes flutter open at the feeling of you moving on top of him. He looks down at you and smiles.

The way the light shines on your face makes you look angelic. Your smile warms his heart and the warmth of your body against him makes his heart jump. You turn over to face him, leaning up on your shoulders over his head.

“Hi.”

“Hello, darling.”

“You slept here.”

“Both of us did, actually,” he laughs.

You drop your head laughing. Loki’s sweet laugh fills the room and blesses your ears. He’s not too bad to be around. He’s quite kind and sweet.

“Thank you for last night.”

“For what? If I remember correctly, I gave you a panic attack.”

“I mean the way you calmed me down and held me. It was needed.”

“Well, I’m glad I could do that for you.”

Loki means it when he says it. Looking at you now, there’s not much he wouldn’t do for you. You don’t deserve what the world gives you, especially that asshole Y/E/N. He would hold you for the rest of time if that meant keeping you safe.

You won’t lie either when you tell Loki he makes you feel safe. Every day before he sneaks off to his room so the others don’t know he spends the night with you, you tell him that he makes you safe. He never believes you. He’s shocked that anyone could feel safe with a monster like him, but after all to you, Loki is not him.

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 2 years

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Convalescence

That Which Binds You VII

Pairing: Stark!Peter x Blackcat!Reader

A/N: Hey guys, as always feedback is greatly appreciated! My ask box is always open, love you guys xx

Summary: Peter plays nurse while you heal from your concussion

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You were woken up by the sound of MJ rustling through her dresser. Your eyes fluttered open slowly, your body was trying its damndest to keep you in bed.

“What time is it?” you yawned and forced yourself to sit up.

MJ peaked over her shoulder with a frown, “8, sorry I woke you.”

“I’m a light sleeper, everything wakes me up,” you rubbed your eyes lazily, “Have you seen my phone?”

“Doctor said no screens,” MJ scolded, “You should probably try and get some more sleep too.”

“But I need to call my work, and Heather.”

“Well Peter should be here any minute, I’m sure he’ll be happy to help.”

“Peter,” you fell back onto your pillow with a sigh, “He doesn’t need to babysit me, I’m sure Heather can come pick me up or something.”

“You and Peter can figure that out,” MJ flashed you a smile, “I’m gonna shower, stay off your phone okay?”

You nodded and let your eyes fall closed once more, “Okay, I'll get in after you, if I’m allowed.”

“Ha ha, but showers are actually good for concussions so I’d encourage it,” MJ bit back as she slipped into the bathroom.

You were just about to drift back to sleep when Peter started knocking at the door. Of course Peter had to be the one to stay with you. All day you’d be stuck staring at those puppy dog eyes and that gut wrenchingly cute smile. You shook your head and padded over to the door to let him in.

“O-Oh hi,” Peter blushed, “I didn’t realize you’d be up.”

“Barely,” you yawned, “Well come on in, MJ’s still getting ready.”

“No problem, I could order some food or something if you’re hungry…”

“I’m okay Peter, thank you though. I’m sorry you're missing school because of me.”

“Don’t worry about it, I volunteered after all,” he smiled while you rolled back into bed, “If you need anything at all you just let me know alright?”

The sentiment was sweet but you hated being taken care of. It was embarrassing, especially when Peter was the one taking care of you. The last thing you wanted was for him to think you were helpless.

“You really don’t have to stay Peter,” you insisted, “I’m sure I’ll be fine on my own.”

“The doctor said you need constant supervision,” he reminded, “It’s not a big deal, it’s only two days.”

“You don’t need to miss school though Peter, I could go stay with Heather or something,” you offered.

Peter blushed again, “(y/n) if you don’t want me to stay then I’m sure MJ can instead…”

“No, no Peter it’s not that,” you promised, hating to think that you’d upset him, “I just don’t want to inconvenience you.”

“You aren’t (y/n), I’m happy to be here for you,” he promised, “Don’t worry about me okay? Just focus on getting better.”

“Oh great, the babysitter’s here,” MJ smirked returned from the bathroom, “So you’ll want to make sure she goes down for her nap at noon, otherwise she gets really grumpy.”

You rolled your eyes as you reluctantly pushed yourself back out of bed, “Very funny, you should consider a career in stand up if engineering doesn’t work out.”

“Comedy is my second biggest passion,” MJ smiled at you as you entered the bathroom, “You can come heckle me at my first show.”

“Gladly,” you smiled smugly and pushed the bathroom door closed.

MJ laughed and turned to Peter, “Right on time huh?”

“I wanted to make sure she was alright,” he blushed, “How was she last night?”

“She was totally passed out until I got up. You worry too much Peter, she just needs to rest.”

“Do you think she’s okay with me staying?” he sighed, taking a seat at MJ’s desk, “She seemed a little weird about it.”

“I think she just doesn’t want to stay home in general, I’m sure it has nothing to do with you. You two get along great, you’ll have fun together.”

“I hope so,” he pouted.

“Don’t get down on yourself Peter, she loves hanging out with you,” MJ ruffled his hair, “It’s probably better you watch her anyway, you’ve got more experience with concussions than most people.”

“I mean I don’t really get concussions, but yeah, I know what to look out for.”

“You can impress her with all your medical knowledge, girls find that very sexy,” she teased.

He rolled his eyes, “Did she talk to you about what happened?”

MJ shook her head, “No, and I haven’t asked about it either. It still seems really weird to me that she came home alone though. And there’s no way she actually walked home, she could barely walk across our room.”

“Well concussions can mess with your memory, I’m sure last night she just wasn’t remembering it all correctly.”

“Yeah, maybe you can prod her on it a bit today?”

“I’ll try,” he promised, “I-I mean I’m sure she’s not in some kind of serious trouble or anything…”

“Most people don’t live double lives Peter, I’m pretty sure that only runs in your family,” MJ laughed and slung her backpack over her shoulder, “I’m gonna head out early so I can grab some coffee. Call me if you need anything alright?”

“I will, have fun.”

MJ knocked on the bathroom door before she left, “I’m heading to class, see you when I get home!”

“See you later!” you called back.

You never wanted to leave the shower, in your ideal world you would have spent all day in there. The hot water felt like heaven on your sore body. It felt good to scrub away the events of the previous night and try to forget all the things you’d been worried about. But of course you couldn’t hide in the shower forever, eventually you had to get out and face the day.

Leaving the shower gave you a chance to finally examine your body. Your skin was littered with bruises and cuts. The largest bruise sat on your ribs, courtesy of the one and only Spiderman. Anger bubbled up inside of you as you remembered what he’d done. You wouldn’t have been hurt at all if it weren’t for him.

“You better hope I don’t see you anytime soon Spider,” you mumbled to yourself, tracing the edges of the bruise, “Asshole.”

You wrapped yourself in a towel and peaked out of the bathroom door, “Hey Peter?”

His eyes darted right to you, his cheeks flushed at the sight of you, “W-What’s up?”

“I forgot my clothes, could you turn around for a minute?”

“Yeah of course,” he quickly spun to face the wall, “So, uh, how was the shower?”

“Really nice, the water felt great,” you dug through your drawer, pulling out the comfiest clothes you could find.

“Good,” his eyes danced over the pictures above MJ’s bed, “I looked up some stuff we can do while you’re healing. You still have to take it pretty easy, but you don’t have to be totally bored.”

“That was really sweet Peter,” you returned to the bathroom to make sure you looked presentable before you told him he could turn around again, “Okay, I’m dressed.”

His cheeks were still flushed when he turned around, “You look cute?”

You laughed, “Was that a question?”

“No, no, I just thought maybe that would help cheer you up,” he cringed as soon as the words left his mouth, “Not that you don’t actually look cute, you look how you always look, which is cute. I-I just wanted to tell you because I thought maybe it’d make you less upset about having to stay home if I told you that you looked cute, which you always do.”

The blush had spread up to his ears before he finished rambling. He looked cute, and his nervous smile made your heart flutter in your chest. He was always so sweet, he made it impossible for you not to be soft around him.

“Thank you Peter, that does make me feel a little better actually,” you flashed him a smile before sitting on the edge of your bed, “Okay, I’ve got to call Heather, and my boss, but MJ seemed pretty adamant about the no screen thing. So do you wanna give me a hand?”

He nodded, “Yeah, of course, I’m here to help with whatever you need,” he took your phone from your desk and sat beside you, “What’s your password?”

“It's my birthday.”

“Got it,” he’d opened her phone before you had the chance to tell him what your birthday was, “Heather first?”

“You know my birthday?” you frowned.

He nodded, “Yeah, you mentioned it last night when we were filling out all the paperwork.”

“Good memory. Yeah, call Heather first,” you tried to peek at the phone but the bright screen was enough to bring back the headache you’d had the night before, “Would you mind if we kept it pretty dark in here today?”

“No problem,” he assured, “Here,” he set the phone in your lap and moved to turn off the overhead lights, “Do you want me to close the blinds too?”

You nodded, “Yes please.”

The phone rang only twice before Heather picked up, “Hey, I’m just about to clock in, what’s up?”

“Hey, you’re on speaker by the way,” you began, praying that she just would play along with you, “Last night, after you dropped me off, my head started hurting really bad, and I started getting sick, so Peter and MJ took me to the ER and I have a pretty bad concussion.”

“Oh my God! Are you okay?!”

“Yes, I’m totally fine now. The doctor said it’s gonna take about two weeks to heal, but for the first two days I have to stay home with constant supervision,” you explained, “So I won’t be able to come to work.”

“Is someone with you?”

“Yeah, Peter is gonna stay with me,” you sighed and pinched your nose as your head pounded against your skull, “My headache’s starting to come back, do you think you could talk to Johnny for me?”

“Of course! I’ll let him know what’s going on, you just get some rest. I’ll come by after work and we can talk about what happened.”

You cringed, fearing she might make Peter suspicious, “What do you mean? I hit my head when I got into that fight.”

“Oh! Right! Duh,” Heather laughed awkwardly on the other end, “I just didn’t realize it was that bad…”

“Yeah, the symptoms didn’t really set in until after you dropped me off,” you pursed your lips, “Well I’m gonna go, I need to get some more sleep.”

“Okay, call me if anything changes.”

“Yeah, we will,” you hung up and tossed your phone to the other side of the bed.

“I thought you said you walked home last night,” Peter frowned.

“Heather dropped me off out front, then I walked up here, I didn’t really start feeling it until I got inside, I think it was the lights or something,” you tried to explain away the discrepancy in a believable way, “Sorry, things were really fuzzy last night, I’m remembering a little better now.”

“That’s okay,” he assured, “It’s just if you're having any kind of memory loss we’re supposed to take you back in, but if your memory is getting better then that’s a good sign.”

“It’s definitely getting better,” you promised, “Do you mind if I lay down again?”

“Of course not, I figured you’d want to sleep most of the day, I brought some stuff to work on,” he patted his backpack awkwardly, “I brought some Tylenol too if you need that.”

“You're a lifesaver Peter,” you groaned happily, “I would love some Tylenol.”

He laughed as he dug through his bag, “Of course, I’m here for whatever you need.”

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When you woke up again you felt much more rested, your headache had faded and you didn’t feel nearly as sore. For a moment you were able to lay in bed peacefully and enjoy the silence of your bedroom, but then your stomach started to growl.

“What time is it?” you rolled over to face Peter.

He was seated at MJ’s desk with a textbook popped open, “Noon,” he spun around to face you, “How are you feeling?”

“Better, but hungry,” you glanced at your stomach as it continued to rumble.

“Okay, I can order something. What sounds good?”

“Uh, I don’t know, just a sandwich or something?”

His mouth curled to a smile, “Did you have somewhere in mind? I know a really good deli.”

“That sounds great.”

“Cool, I’ll order it now,” he began punching things into his phone as he spoke, “Do you think you’ll wanna sleep some more after that or do you wanna try and do something?”

“I really don’t wanna sleep anymore,” you sighed, “I’m guessing I can’t do anything fun though right?”

“W-Well it said art was okay, and some really simple games like go fish and stuff,” he peaked up at you, “What kind of sandwich do you want?”

“You can pick for me, but I do want a Coke too.”

Peter frowned, “You’re not supposed to have caffeine.”

“No caffeine?” you gaped, “Since when?”

“It’s on the note the doctor gave you. No stimulants.”

“Oh my god this is a death sentence,” you groaned, throwing a pillow over your face dramatically.

Peter laughed, “How about a Sprite? It’s caffeine free.”

“I’ll have to make do,” you sighed.

“I’ll skip caffeine too, in solidarity,” Peter promised, “Okay, the food will be here in a little bit. Do you want to try and do something while we wait?”

You nodded, “Yeah, I could kick your ass in go fish before we eat.”

Peter laughed, “Just give me a second to find my cards,” he dug through his backpack, “I figured you guys wouldn’t have any.”

“We definitely don't,” you scooted to the back of your bed and patted a spot beside you, “Come sit with me.”

Peter sat criss cross across from you and started dealing out cards. It was fun playing with him, he was sweet just like he always was, and patient when your turns took longer than necessary. He was attentive too, he didn’t bat an eye when you said you needed more Tylenol or water, he’d just hop off the bed and go get it for you. He was starting to make you like being taken care of.

You were halfway through your third round of go fish when Peter’s phone started to ring, “That’s the delivery guy,” he peeked down at his phone with a smile, “I’m gonna go grab the food alright?”

“No problem, I’ll clean up,” you began to gather up the cards as he stood up, “I was totally going to win though.”

Peter nodded in agreement, “Definitely.”

He returned with two sandwiches and a couple of drinks. He stood awkwardly in the doorway, unsure of where to put the food.

“We usually just eat on our beds,” you explained, “I mean there’s a dinning hall too, but I’d rather stay in here.”

“Fine by me,” Peter set your food down in front of you, “I hope you like it.”

“I’m so hungry I think anything would taste good right now,” you sighed happily as you took your first bite, “This is great. What did you say this place was called again?”

“I’m glad you like it,” he smiled brightly, “It’s Delmar’s, over in Queens.”

“That’s where MJ is from right?”

He nodded, “Yeah, my aunt too.”

“Queens is nice,” you hummed, “So is that your dad’s sister or something?”

Talking about family was always a bit awkward for you. You never had much to add to the conversation and you never knew what sort of questions you should ask. From what you could tell, family was really important to Peter, which made you want to know more about his.

“She’s my mom’s sister, I try to stay close with her family.”

“Divorce?”

He shook his head, “No, she passed away when I was little.”

You flushed, “I’m so sorry Peter.”

“It’s alright, I mean I still have aunt May, and my step mom Pepper has been around since I was pretty young,” he shrugged, “What are you parents like?” he blushed suddenly, “I-I mean I know you mentioned that Heather is your foster sister, but I don’t really know the whole situation. I, um, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

You laughed, “It’s okay Peter, you can ask about it, I don’t mind,” you assured him, “My parents passed away when I was a baby. I don’t really know anything about them, and I grew up bouncing between group homes and different foster families. I never got adopted out or anything, so I just kind of have Heather.”

“I’m so sorry,” Peter didn’t give you the same sympathetic look people usually did, it was much more genuine than that, “A-At least you're in college now though, you can meet all sorts of new people, and i-it could be like a found family,” he blushed, pulling bit bottom lip between his teeth before he continued, “I-I mean I know we aren’t that close yet, but I’m here for you and everything, and I know MJ is too.”

For a moment you imagine living in another lifetime. Peter would say something like that and you would lean across the bed and kiss him. It’d be like some cheesy rom com where a pretty boy would sweep in, break down your walls, and solve all your problems. But you knew that wasn’t your life. Your life was dangerous and you were bad luck. Peter was the opposite, fate had been working in his favor since the day he was born. You had some sort of strange, almost morbid, curiosity with him, perhaps because of how different his life was to yours.

Falling for anyone would have been a stupid move, but it would have been expectionally stupid to fall for Peter Stark. His father was the smartest man alive, the one and only Tony Stark, Ironman. Tony Stark was a much bigger adversary than Wilson Fisk. At least working for Fisk you had an out. If you ever got caught you had information, bargaining power. You could rat him out and earn yourself a decent plea deal if you needed to. If Tony Stark knew your secret you’d be powerless.

Normally you kept people at a distance because you were dangerous, but you had to keep Peter at a distance because he was dangerous. You should have continued to push him and MJ away, and you knew that. You should have been meaner to him so he wouldn’t want to keep hanging around you, but for some reason you just didn’t have it in you. He was like some kind of eternally warm sunshine, and you simply didn’t have it in you to drag yourself out of the light.

“Thank you Peter, that was so sweet I don’t really know what to say,” you gave in again, “I’m sorry, I’m not great at talking about stuff like this.”

“That’s alright, I’m not very good at it either,” he replied, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

“I think you are,” you set a hand on his arm and squeezed his bicep, “Thank you for looking after me, and for taking me to the hospital yesterday.”

“I was happy to do it.”

You sat in silence for a minute, picking at your sandwiches while you tried to figure out what to say next. Finally you cleared your throat to speak again.

“You said that I could do art right?”

Peter nodded, “Yeah, did you want to paint for a while?”

“Yeah, or I know some drawing games that might be fun,” you suggested.

“I don’t know how good I’ll be at drawing games, but I can try.”

“That’s alright, the games are more fun if the drawings are bad,” you smiled, “I’ll go get my sketchbook.”

“I’ll clean up,” Peter cleaned up the mess from lunch while you dug out some art supplies.

You tossed a pencil pouch and a large sketchbook onto your bed, “Okay, so this one is pretty simple but they usually come out pretty funny. So one of us starts drawing, but once you take the pen off the paper it's the other person's turn.”

“I think I can handle that,” he watched you flip open the sketchbook, the page you opened too was filled with random, half finished people, “Whoah, those are incredible.”

You flushed, “I was just working on some poses…”

“Could I see some more?” he asked curiously.

Your sketchbook was intimate, and you were weary of letting someone else go through it. But you knew you’d already promised Peter you’d let him look through it at some point. Showing him just a few pages couldn’t be so bad.

“Yeah, I could show you a few things,” you flipped through the pages to try and find something finished enough to show him. You settled on a picnic scene you’d drawn during a math lecture, “Here’s one.”

He studied the sketch you’d sat in his lap with the same watchful eyes that your art teachers always did. They would study every little detail of the piece before they critiqued it, but Peter wasn’t interested in criticizing you, he was just in awe.

“I like the butterflies, they’re really cute,” he complimented.

“Thanks, I did that one during my math class,” you explained, “I probably should have been paying attention during the lecture, but he was dragging on and on about trigonometry or something, it was so boring.”

“Is that the story with chemistry too?” he teased.

“No, no, I really am just bad at chemistry,” you broke into laughter, “I can show you a few more if you want.”

“I’d love to see some more, but if I see an erlenmeyer flask in there I’m gonna know you’re lying.”

“Well jokes on you Peter, I don’t even know what that is,” you stuck out your tongue and flipped to another drawing.

Peter complimented everything you showed him. He took time to study every drawing and asked you questions about each piece. You were happy to answer him, you loved talking about your art. It wasn’t something you got to do often so you were really soaking up the attention. Eventually you moved onto some of your actual paintings, just small things you had done since the school year began. It was easy to get caught up with Peter, to lose yourself to conversation. Slowly showing him your art devolved into just talking. You two ended up chatting on your bed until MJ got home.

“Well look at you two,” she smiled, tossing her backpack onto the floor, “Are you feeling better?”

You nodded, “Much. I didn’t realize it was so late already,” you glanced at the time and frowned, “Oh shit, Heather’s probably going to be here soon.”

“Heather’s coming over?” MJ pursed her lips.

“Yeah, she said she was gonna come by after work, she should just be getting off in just a few so I’m sure she won’t be long.”

“Cool,” MJ dragged out the word as she looked over their room, “Peter are you gonna hang out for a little while still?”

“If that’s okay with you guys,” he looked between you two, “I at least wanted to copy your notes from the psychics lecture.”

“No problem, stay as long as you need,” MJ dug through her bag and handed him a spiral notebook, “Unless (y/n)’s getting sick of you.”

You giggled, “Nah, I’m not sick of him, He’s been taking great care of me, I’ve hardly had to lift a finger.”

“Peter’s a great nurse,” MJ agreed before taking a seat at her desk, “I’m gonna try and get some homework done before Heather gets here.”

“And I’m gonna work on copying this down if that’s alright with you,” Peter patted the notebook in his lap.

“Of course Peter, you can use my desk if you want,” you offered.

He blushed and nodded, “Thanks.”

They dove right into their work and you doodled in your sketchbook while they worked. Peter was seated at the desk at the end of your bed, his brows furrowed as he studied the notebook in front of him. You thought he looked cute, so you started sketching him. Being so pretty made him easy to draw, he probably would have made a good model for one of your paintings.

Someone started rapping at the door and MJ had jumped to her feet before they even finished knocking, “I got it!” your lips drew to a smirk as she opened the door, you could make out some of Heather’s hair behind her, “Oh hi Heather, (y/n) mentioned you were coming by, come on in.”

“Thanks, it’s good to see you again,” Heather held a large plastic bag in her hands. You recognized the logo on it right away, “Hey babe, I brought you some treats,” she cooed at you.

“You're an angel,” you grinned as she sat the bag in her lap.

“I know,” she beamed, “I thought it would cheer you up. I got enough for everyone.”

You nodded, “Peter, MJ, if you guys are hungry you should definitely have some, it’s like the best chinese food I’ve ever had.”

“Smells great,” MJ sat on her bed across from you guys, “That was really sweet of you Heather, thanks.”

“It’s the least I could do,” she insisted, “I really appreciate you guys looking out for (y/n), I know how stubborn she can be about that sort of thing.”

“I’m just glad we could be there for her.”

“Peter you should have some too,” you invited him over with a wave of your hand, “I know we ate a little bit ago, but this stuff is so good.”

He bit the inside of his cheek and nodded, “Yeah, I’ll try some.”

MJ stole some paper plates and silverware from the dining hall so everyone could sample different meals. Heather fit right in with MJ and Peter, you were happy hanging out with all of them. In a way you were grateful for the concussion, it was forcing you to relax. And you didn't’ feel like you had to somehow justify hanging out with them because it was the only thing you were allowed to do.

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The following morning you woke up at the time MJ and got right into the shower so you’d already be ready when Peter showed up. You felt much better than you had the day before. Some of the smaller injuries had faded and you weren’t nearly as sore or as tired. You were happy to see you were healing so well because you knew you’d need to get back to work right away. Fisk was anything but patient and he was expecting you to retrieve the map quickly. Luckily you weren’t expected back at the pizzeria until monday so you’d have the whole weekend to go out and search for it.

You tried not to dwell on Blackcat while you got dressed, you didn’t want to spend the whole day panicking. Fisk hadn’t contacted you yet so it was safe to assume you still had a few days before he got too angry. Besides, Peter was coming over, and you wanted to spend the day having fun with him, not worrying about Fisk.

“Bathrooms yours,” you called as you left the shower.

Peter was now seated on MJ’s desk, making small talk with her while they waited for you.

“Thanks,” MJ disappeared into the bathroom right away.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be hungry or not but I brought you a muffin, and some tea, it's caffeine free,” Peter offered you a coffee cup and a small pastry bag.

“Thanks,” you took them both and took a sip of the tea, “Yummy. So did you do anything fun last night?”

“I just helped my dad with some work stuff. What about you?”

“I passed out a little bit after you and Heather left and I stayed asleep until this morning. It was good though, I’m feeling a lot better today,” you leaned back on your desk, “You gonna do anything fun tonight?”

“Well it’s my sister’s birthday tomorrow and I’ve been putting off her gift so I’ll probably be shopping most of the night.”

“Ahh, exciting,” you purse your lips, trying not to seem too interested in the information, “What’s she doing for her birthday? I assume you guys rented out central park or something?”

He laughed, “No, no, it’s gonna be over at Stark Towers. It’ll just be some family and the other kids from her kindergarten class,,” he pushed a hand through his hair, “You’re probably just gonna spend the weekend resting right?”

“Well I don’t have to go to work again until Monday,” you explained, “But I’m sure I’ll want to get out of the house tomorrow, I’ll probably go out to the park and paint or something.”

“Just be careful alright? You’re still gonna be fully healed for a while.”

“I’ll take it easy, you don’t need to worry about me,” you began picking at the muffin he’d brought you, “I don’t think I’ll want to sleep as much today so maybe we could do some painting or something.”

“Sure, I’m up for whatever you wanna do,” he nodded, “I know we didn’t get around to that game you wanted to play yesterday…”

“Yeah, we could do that, and I remembered this thing we did in one of my art classes that was kind of fun,” you blushed lightly, “We would sit across from someone and we’d have an hour to paint each other the best we could. I thought it would be fun if we did something like that.”

“I definitely won’t be very good at that, but I’ll try my best,” he promised, “Is it weird having someone paint you? I mean since you’re usually the one doing the painting.”

You shook your head, “No, I think it’s flattering, I really like seeing how other people portray me.”

“I don’t know if mine will be flattering,” he laughed, “But I’ll try to make it not totally awful.”

You smiled back, “I’m sure I’ll like it either way.”

You leaned on your desk, pecking at the muffin he’d brought until MJ left the shower. She quickly gathered her things and wished you both a good day before she left for school. You were eager to start painting so you started gathering your art supplies right away. Painting had always been relaxing to you, and it was a good way for you to pass the time. Peter helped you dig out all your supplies and lay them on the floor, various paints, brushes, and a few palettes. Finally you grabbed two small canvases and took a seat on the floor across from Peter.

“I-I don’t really know much about painting,” Peter blushed as you set the small canvas in front of him, “I mean sometimes I do watercolors with Morgan, but I’ve never used acrylics.”

“It’s easy Peter, I already primed these a few days ago so they’re ready to go. You can put the different colors you want to use on the palette I gave you, and you can mix them on there too.”

“Okay…” he watched closely as you began mixing colors on your palette, “What should I paint first?”

“Whatever you want Peter, it’s art, there’s no rules,” you giggled, “Do you want me to give you a quick lesson before we start?”

He nodded, “Yes please.”

“Alright, well in general you want to start with your mid tone colors, then you add in the darker colors, and then at the end you do highlights. Start by painting big shapes and then slowly work in the details. Acrylics dry really fast so you always have to mix on your palette. If you want to paint the whole canvas a certain color you should do that first.”

“Okay, thank you,” he took a deep breath, “Maybe I should do the background blue?”

You laughed again, “Peter it’s your painting, I can’t tell you what colors to use.”

“I know but it’s of you,” he exaggerated the last word, “I don’t want you to hate it or something.”

“Peter it’s just for fun, I’m not expecting the Mona Lisa or something.”

“I know,” he groaned, “But mine's gonna look so shitty next to yours.”

“Well duh, I’ve had years and years of practice. If we were trying to build robots or something you’d totally school me.”

His cheeks flushed and he let out a deep breath, “Okay, okay, I got this.”

“You do,” you encouraged, “I’m gonna start the timer okay?”

“Let’s do this.”

You painted the same scene you’d sketched the day before of Peter seated at your desk. He asked you for help with blending some of the colors but he seemed to be handling the actual painting aspect pretty well. You tried not to peak up at his work, wanting to be surprised by the final product. You found that Peter was just as easy to paint as he was to draw. Very quickly you got wrapped up in your work, taking way too much time to blend the perfect colors for his chocolatey hair and rosy cheeks. It was easy to forget that you only had an hour.

“(y/n)?” Peter drew your attention, just as you were finishing with the highlights in his hair.

“What’s up?” you peaked up at him for just a moment.

“I just wanted to let you know there’s ten minutes,” he informed you happily.

Your smile dropped, “Shit, I’ve still got a lot to do.”

His lips tugged to a smirk, “Well I’m about to finish.”

“Bite me,” you shot him a glare before turning back to your painting.

You got to work trying to quickly fill in the missing details. With only ten minutes there was no way you’d be able to polish the painting to the degree you would have liked, but you were certainly going to try. Peter stopped painting with three minutes left, and then spent the last three minutes taunting you about how little time was left.

“Ten seconds,” Peter sang.

“Come on…” you drew your bottom lip between your teeth as you dotted a highlight onto the tip of his nose.

“Time,” Peter flicked the timer off and you dropped your brush.

“I guess that’s good enough,” you sighed, “Are you ready?”

He nodded, “Yep.”

You turned your paintings over to each other, you picked his up to examine it. He had drawn you seated on your bed in a very simple pose with a big smile on your face. It was surprisingly well done, and he’d done much better at matching your hair and skin color than you had thought he would. He seemed to have a surprisingly good grasp on anatomy too, you assumed that came from helping his dad with the super suits. It was far from perfect, but you could tell he’d really tried.

“Peter this is super cute,” you complimented, “Honestly you did way better than I thought you would.”

“Thanks,” he flushed, “Yours is incredible. I’ve never looked so good.”

“Yes you have, that’s what you always look like Peter,” you rolled your eyes.

“I just don’t understand how you do all the shadows and stuff,” he picked the painting up so he could get a closer look.

“You can keep it if you want,” your cheeks started to warm as he studied the painting.

“I’d love that!” he smiled brightly, “Y-You could keep yours too if you wanted.”

“I’m gonna put it on my desk,” you winked and stood up, placing his painting beside some other small ones you’d been working on.

“Next to your paintings?” he grinned as he started placing the caps on your open paints, “Wow, I’m honored.”

“I told you, it’s flattering,” you moved to help him clean up, “And it’ll help me remember how fun it was hanging out with you.”

He froze, his whole face turned red as he started to speak again, “T-Thanks, I’m glad you’ve been having fun. I-I really like spending time with you.”

“Me too.”

It was quiet for a second, you just stared at each other. Even after spending an hour doing nothing but stare at him you weren’t sick of the sight, not even close. In fact you probably would have stared at him for many more hours if he hadn’t cleared his throat, breaking whatever strange trance you’d both fallen under.

“Uh,” he picked up both of your used palettes, “These need to be washed right?”

You nodded, “Yeah.”

“Alright,” he gave a lopsided grin as he stood up, “I’ll be right back.”

All you could do was watch as he disappeared into your bathroom. Peter always looked so handsome, no matter what he was doing. How you could ever deny that, or the obvious attraction you felt to him, you didn’t know. It didn’t mean you could ever act on it, because of course you couldn’t, but you could at least admit it to yourself. You still had to bury that piece of you, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there.

“Peter?”

His head peaked out of the bathroom, “Yeah?”

Your mouth opened but then quickly snapped shut. You licked your lips before you finally spoke, “The paintbrushes need to be washed too.”

“Oh okay,” he flashed you that big smile, the one you adored more and more every time you saw it, “I’ll come grab them in just a second.”

“Thanks.”

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amysosamybeloved · 2 years

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i didn't think i’d be in this headspace again (mostly because i thought my superstore fixation had petered out) but i just wanna talk about amy sosa and the reaction to her for a second

disclaimer: i haven’t watched superstore in a bit so i’m hoping my memory is strong enough to let me get through this without making any major mistakes

anyway, so maybe it’s cause i ended up rewatching the show so much last year and most of the reactions to it i saw was on twitter which well (i hate that site so much) i feel like most people never really even tried to give amy a chance. like yeah consume media how you will and i know jonah is apparently really likeable but like the reaction to amy in general has always been pretty negative and that kinda sucks bc she’s a genuinely interesting character and one that isn’t typically written in a sitcom.

like she’s the lead of a sitcom but she’s pretty different than any other sitcom lead i’ve seen. this is a female character who (very understandably) and evidently gets frustrated at her shitty lot in life and yeah when you’ve been in poverty for like fifteen years it made sense that she’d take the chance she got to move up and the show allows her to be flawed and commit mistakes and fuck up. usually in sitcoms it’s either white male characters who do these kind of things but they’re almost always painted in a positive light or even if they aren’t audiences root for them anyway bc of their reasons (you do you)

and another thing i’ve noticed is like people tend to forget that even though jonah has given no reason for amy to not trust him she was essentially trapped in a shitty marriage for fifteen years and sitcom or not i do not see someone suddenly healing from the issues it caused even after being in a new relationship for like three years

(side note i kinda want to do an essay on the subtlety of the writing in 6x01 and 6x02 that make the decisions both jonah and amy make more sense even if i think the show painted amy in too unfair of a light especially considering that at the time of writing there wasn’t really any plans for america to come back until like after a season and a half it feels like something definitely happened bts)

i know i’m part of a very small minority but superstore was really interesting because it had a character like amy at the forefront and even if the show didn’t exactly decrease in quality after she left the relationships she formed with the other characters definitely helped flesh them out and have them create bonds with each other as well.

i don’t really know if i had a proper point to all this but i guess sometimes i just wish more people would stop and yk give this woman a chance like yeah i don’t really care about the opinion of a stranger but i just want to see my favorite character appreciated for the complexity she brought to the table

it’s only been a year and then some since i met her but she has a really special place in my heart and i’ll always adore her.

#superstore analysis #faith's rambles #Amy sosa #amy sosa my beloved #superstore #jonah simms #look idrc if you hate her or you like her #but i just wanted to get my two cents out #because i adore her enough for like multiple people #like yeah she's flawed #that's what makes characters fucking interesting #and human #and i could go on about her forever fr #anyway amy sosa is overhated as fuck #and she deserves better than the fandom she got #that's all i'll say about this for now

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perplexedhare · 2 years

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What's wrong with No Way Home

*Warning, spoilers ahead*

So here comes the conclusion of this trilogy. Well, wow... Jon Watts managed to surprise me on this one. It took him three movies but he finally understood that when you go to the theater to see a Spider-Man movie, you want to see Spider-Man and not an Iron-Boy devoid of everything that makes the character so popular ! He finally understood that Spider-Man is a generational model that shows the passage to adulthood, with the dramas and injustices that go with it ! He finally realized that Spider-Man is in essence someone who can put his happiness aside to do the right thing and not a kid who is so selfish that he gives a weapon of mass destruction to a stranger to flirt with his crush ! He's realized that what's important about Spider-Man is his sense of responsibility, finally ! I also want to point out that Holland is still excellent and that the rest of the cast is doing pretty well.

Only... There's everything else. And it's really mediocre. First I'll talk about the visual aspect. As expected with Watts, the staging is always so miserable and uninventive. It's at best forgettable and at worst badly done, especially in the action scenes which are badly edited, badly framed and lacking of any interesting visual idea or iconization. The film includes great villains with various abilities and nothing is exploited. It doesn't have one memorable shot, no interesting ideas when hell, they have Electro, Sandman and not one but three Spider-Men...

I will allow myself a comparison with what has been done previously to illustrate my point :

In this movie, Spider-Garfield saves Michelle who falls from a scaffold, the reference to Gwen is voluntarily assumed and is a personal accomplishment for this Peter. In the idea, it's appreciable but in the execution, it's a shame. In TASM 2, we already have a work on the tension. Peter is weakened by his fight against Electro, he is confronted to Harry in a closed and fragile environment where he is not at his advantage while Gwen is threatened. We then move on to a sequence that raises the tension to its peak with a stressful theme that sounds almost like a countdown (which fits well with the place where this scene takes place), neither one nor the other refuses to break, so it's the environment that breaks, leading to the fall of Gwen.

And it becomes beautiful. The slow motion is superbly handled, the web taking the shape of a hand and the melancholic music give a poetic touch to the scene, in addition to effectively conveying Peter's emotions while he wears his mask and the many gears falling everywhere transmit the panic that Gwen and Peter feel, illustrating the emotional chaos they feel during these few seconds. Then comes the moment when the latter's web reaches her, the music suddenly cuts off and we hear Gwen's spine snap. It's shocking, emotionally powerful, and we owe it to the well crafted direction. In No Way Home ? Michelle falls off a scaffold and Spider-Garfield saves her. And that's it. Yeah, it's filmed in the most insipid way possible when it's supposed to be an important achievement for this Peter, it should have been a grandiose moment for him and us but it's just a totally forgettable scene.

And since I was talking about the environments, I'll continue on this path. It's amazing how bland they are. A fight on a bridge ? Unbelievable, I've never seen that before in any MCU movie ! The one with Electro, we're right next to a forest and it doesn't bring anything creative and for the climax, it's one of the biggest wastes of the movie. We talk about a fight on the Statue of Liberty and they hide it during the whole climax to concentrate on some fucking scaffoldings. The only scene that makes a difference is the confrontation between Spider-Holland and the Green Goblin on the shield of the statue which forms an arena but the direction does nothing to make it really interesting and it's too short to be appreciated.

It's also incredible how much the writers wrote this script with their asses :

- Why Strange who was one of the most responsible heroes in Infinity War is now dumb enough to agree to manipulate the minds of seven billion people ?

- How can a spell that manipulates people's memories break the Multiverse? What does this have in common ?

- Why does Sandman agree to join the Green Goblin after his speech about their powers being gifts ? He never gave a damn about keeping his powers, the only thing he cares about is his daughter ! And why does he fight against the Spider-Men in the climax ?? He was never a bad guy, in SM3 he reluctantly hurt people to save his daughter and only joined Venom because he was desperate.

- Strange's spell is supposed to bring back people across the Multiverse who know Spider-Man's identity. So what the hell is Electro doing here ?

- Ned whose powers come out of nowhere and who can open portals in a day when it took Strange weeks to do it.

- Peter who knows about Norman's alter and lets him walk around Happy's apartment with all the other antagonists, while there's a high tech technology right next door. Instead of... I don't know... keeping him imprisoned until the cure is ready ? How convenient for the scenario.

- Since when did Sandman and the Lizard die fighting their respective Spider-Man ?

- Peter's plan makes no sense. So okay, he cures them. But then what? For all we know, they'll be sent back to the point in the timeline where they left. So that means Octavius will return to the moment his machine went out of control, and the now-human Electro will return to the moment his energy body was torn apart after his final battle. Which means that they will still end up dead. So thank you Marvel for destroying Octavius' superb original conclusion for a repetitive redemption that adds nothing and has no emotional weight.

- How can Octavius' mechanical tentacles absorb nanotechnology ?

- Apparently, finding a way to reverse Sandman's condition can be done in a matter of hours, and by people with only rudimentary scientific knowledge.

- Electro has absolutely not the same personality as before.

- Norman now refuses to obey the Green Goblin, whereas in his film he was terrified and submitted to him.

And I can go on like this for a while. They really take the spectators for morons and despite that, there are many who applaud by saying that we should don't care about the inconsistencies since there is Tobey and Andrew, it's hilarious.

The dialogue are poorly written, especially in the moments when the scenarists try to explain to us who these characters from other universes are, with exchanges that don't sound natural at all and that make exposition in a terrible way.

As for the humor, it's the usual Marvel humor that is there to break the seriousness of a scene because you see, we are all kids, if we don't have the right to a joke every three minutes, we are bored. A humor that is also used to mock the characters (like with the gag about Octavius' name) because the producers don't assume the fantasy concept of their productions, so they play the cynicism card by mocking their own movies. Which is a problem because laughing at characters for whom you are trying to create empathy, concern, in other words an attachment, is counterproductive. It leads to a detachment in the spectators, we are pushed to disdain these characters and this kind of films.

So if I summarize, the script is stupid and badly written, the action scenes are awful and have no inventiveness, there is no identity in the direction, the decors or the colorimetry, the fan-service makes many inconsistencies and brings nothing in this opus, the dialogues are very lame and the humor is bad. I find disturbing that so many people are acclaiming this movie as the best Spider-Man movie or even the best movie of the year when the global result is so bad. The only hope I have is that the next trilogy will probably not have Watts in command anymore since he will already be busy ruining the Fantastic Four.

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