<b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>my mom:</b> *tells me about the death of a family member who I am not close too*<p/><b>me internally:</b> ok gotta choose a good emotional response that I can mimic. Tears?? No, I can't fake cry. I can show surprise, because yeah I'm pretty surprised. Hmm, ask multiple questions. How? Where? Nice nice. Empathy? Nope, don't have the energy to do that. Sympathy? yeah I can do that, they meant a lot to my mom and I love my mom. In conclusion, shock and sympathy. Use that to cover the fact that you don't have any emotional response to her passing.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
Where did all those feelings go? People spend their whole lives looking for love. Poems and songs and entire novels are written about it. But how can you trust something that can end as suddenly as it begins?
can we please speak about what
happened when Peter first got caught on a „job“ (thieving) and taken into
time, he is very likely still a boy, and since he had not been part of the
Ravagers’ bigger jobs, he is fairly unknown to whatever kind of police caught
him. They just hold him in custody because they can’t find out where he comes
from, and he stole something rather expensive, and he also bit an officer. They
don’t take him very seriously, but they also can’t just let him go, so they put
him into a cell, bring him something to drink, and tell him to stay put.
is just like, this sassy little brat and comments, “Uh, you really should let
me out, I’m gonna be late, and they don’t like it when I’m late.”
you in trouble, kid? Did you get kidnapped?”
they kind of call it “picking me up”, but eh, not that important. Can you let
me out please? They don’t like it when I run late.”
you don’t tell us where you are from and who you are talking about, then we
really can’t let you out. You stole
something. Do you even realize the amount of trouble you are in?”
And Peter smiles, actually smiles at the officer, and says, “No, but I know the amount of trouble
you’re going to be in.”
And then it
starts – there are shots being fired in front of the door, rough laughter and
yells resounding, and over everything else, the sound of whistling?! And the officer reacts fast, he really does, but in the
time he takes to dive for his weapon (because why should he keep his weapon on
him when he’s only dealing with a child), the door already flies out of its
hinges, and a bunch of Ravagers makes their way into the room, weapons raised
and with very, very unhappy expressions.
red arrow cuts through the air, stopping with its quivering tip only inches
from the frozen officer’s throat, and a rough voice bellows “QUILL!”
“I’m here!” Peter yells back.
the kid, Capt’n!” someone calls helpfully in the same moment.
just said I’m here, dude.”
stomps into the room, coat singed from blaster shots aimed at him, expression murderous
until he spots the little Terran in the cell. “Darn it, Quill, what did I tell
ya ‘bout getting caught?!”
know – not to do it?!“
"Excactly. And yet I see ya over there, nice and caught.”
“I almost got
away, Yondu, come on!”
good enough, ya brat. Ya go back to ya duties on ship until I say ya can try
that’s unfair! I’m never going to get better if you just…”
“Ya try and
argue with me, I leave ya ‘ere.”
back to ship duties.”
shivering officer just watches, frozen and disbelieving, as the arrow zips away
from his throat – he apparently has been forgotten in his corner – and vanishes
in its master’s holster again. In the meantime, a scrawny Xandarian with a Mohawk
opens the door for Peter, letting the kid out (“Kraglin, come on, tell Yondu I get to try again, yeah?” – “Naw, don’chu
drag me into that, Pete”) and a Krylorian picks the boy up and carries him
on his shoulders. The leader of the whole group is still bickering with the
child (“Ya were late, Quill” – “I was
caught, Yondu! You can’t blame me!”) as they make their way out of the busted
door and down the hallway.
thing the lucky man hears, waving down the hallway, is -
a’ least we got our Terran back.”
probably shoulda get ‘im a coat, so they ain’t gonna mess with ‘im again, aye,
“I get a
I still get a coat, yeah?”
“Oh by the
stars, kid, ya givin’ me a headache again.”
a very important rule all over the galaxy to be careful when dealing with a
certain Terran child, because it is a known fact that there will be a whole
Ravager troop not too far away, ready to bail the child out again.
(Thanks to @forgedobsidian for being such a source of inspiration, the ideas keep coming when talking to
summary: the school of reader makes a project about having a pen pal from a different country. reader gets assigned with peter and the two start writing with each other. they get pretty close, but just keep reaaading :))
tw: death mention, shameless roasting of an actor, who keeps playing the spider-man card lol
tags: @parkerplease (if u would also like to be tagged, just leave me a message!! xx)
following day, Peter rushed into school, looking for Ned, who was
just putting his stuff in his locker.
Peter exclaimed, running up to him.
called me cute”, he whispered, a trace of nervousness within it.
called you cute? Liz?”
Y/N, my pen pal! From the project.”
well…dude, that’s some great news”, Ned said with a smile, while
Peter, never being this called by a girl before, was on the brink of
two boys started walking to their classroom, when Ned noticed how
tired and drained Peter looked. His face was drawn by dark bags under
look bad. Did you even sleep that night?”
not really”, Peter sighed, “I was thinking about how she thinks
I’m cute, all the time. Ned, what should I do now?”
say go for it. Sorta.”
do you sorta go for it?”
shrugged his shoulders. “Just keep going and see what happens.
Like, don’t mess it up now. Maybe you could tell her you’re
shushed Ned, as he was nearly screaming the latter part.
Peter whispered harshly, “I don’t wanna play that card. I mean, it
could be helpful, but I’m not that kind of guy! I can’t just casually
walk up to someone and be like “Hey, I’m a superhero”. What idiot
would even do that?”
chuckled. “Well, I would do it.”
you’re the worst at keeping secrets. I also think that she doesn’t
even know the Avengers. I mean, she’s from Europe and has probably
never heard of them.”
thought a lot about how I should respond to your mail.
laid back, on the verge of deleting the start of his email for the
fifth time now. “No, no, no”, he muttered to himself and
nice to hear that you think I’m cute. By the way, have you ever heard
of Spider-Man? He’s a friend of mine. A good friend. He’s basically
an Avenger, that’s a very big thing here.
Why would…someone even do that?”, he cursed at himself, deleting
this part quickly. Peter sighed loudly, staring at the bright screen.
He used to be happy about his life, the direction it went. But now,
he had this feeling, that he was boring, too uninteresting to keep
someone aboard. When he didn’t like the way he was, why should
somebody else do?