i never realised before

i saw wonder woman and i cried several times, mostly when i saw diana storming into battle. and then it was over and i went to the bathroom and i burst into tears because i am twenty one years old and that is the first time i’ve seen a superhero movie with a female lead. the first time ive sat in a cinema and watched a superhero movie with strong, capable, fierce women, directed by a woman, not an object thrown about by men, not a subject of the male gaze. 

i cried because i felt so weird when i realised i’d never seen that before, and so proud that all women can go and watch it and be like!!!!!!!!! thats a woman hero!!!!!!!!!!!!!! who fights evil and pursues justice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! who has her own demons and overcomes her internal conflicts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! a lady hero!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Columbine Songs
Columbine Songs

Eminem and Columbine

I am an Eminem Fan for years now and when I started to get more and more into True Crime I was surprised to find a lot of his Lyrics mentioning Columbine which I never really realised before. Of course he also mentioned other murderers or events, like Ted Bundy and the Aurora theater shooting but I wanted to start with the Columbine lyrics because there’s a lot of material. So let’s start:

The Way I Am, 2000
When a dude’s getting bullied and shoots up his school
And they blame it on Marilyn and the heroin
Where were the parents at? And look where it’s at!
Middle America, now it’s a tragedy
Now it’s so sad to see, an upper-class city
Havin’ this happening

Marshall states that he thinks that he thinks that not music is the reason for the shooting but bullying and the parents. But as we all know Marilyn Manson was partly blamed for Columbine by the media.
Em is also making fun of the fact that Columbine was the first shooting that people cared this much about although there have been a lot of shootings but now it happened at a “nice” school.

There is an alternative version of this song featuring Marilyn Manson (x)
He performed it live with Manson (x and x)
Manson also appeared in the official video (x)

Remember me, 2000
Came home and somebody musta broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats
Sick, sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16’s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each

Em is making fun of the idea that musicians like him are a bad influence because he is not the one who gives these kids their weapons.

And as we all know, Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold both wore a Trenchcoat when the attack started, that’s why „both of my Trenchcoats“ were stolen. And so he thinks that they were stolen to start another Columbine.
And when you have these „two kids“ with guns that, when you shoot them, „reach through six kids each“ you have 12 dead kids. And as we all know, during the Columbine massacre died 12 kids (and one adult).

By the way, Eminem needed two months to write his whole verse on this song while Sticky Fingaz wrote his verse in one day. 

I’m Back, 2000
I take seven [kids] from [Columbine]
Stand ‘em all in line, add an AK-47, a revolver, a 9
A MAC-11 and it oughta solve the problem of mine
And that’s a whole school of bullies shot up all at one time

This is probably the most well known Columbine reference made by Eminem.
This album came out one year after the massacre so it was still an sensitive subject. Therefore his label censored these two words (Kids and Columbine), even on the explicit version of the album.
I don’t think I have to explain what exactly this lyric means, it’s pretty clear.
In his book he states this:

“ I was getting shit about the Columbine reference on “I’m Back” and the label was telling me that I wasn’t gonna be able to say it. My whole thing was, what is the big fucking deal? That shit happens all the time. Why is that topic so touchy as opposed to, say a four-year-old kid drowning? Why isn’t that considered a huge tragedy? People die in the city all the time. People get shot, people get stabbed, raped, mugged, killed and all kinds of shit. What the fuck is the big deal with Columbine that makes it separate from any other tragedy in America?”

In 2015 a 15 year-old boy was arrested. He posted these lyrics on Instagram and added “Cause I’m just like shady and just as crazy as the world was over that whole Y2K thing”
The origiginal lyrics are “ ‘Cause (I'mmmm) Shady, they call me as crazy
As the world was over this whole Y2K thing”

When authorities searched the boy’s home they found weaponry and eventually arrested him. He denied any knowledge of the weapons and said he didn’t post this text on Instagram.

White America, 2002
White America, I could be one of your kids
White America, little Eric looks just like this

In this song it’s not only about the Lyrics but also about the music video.
With “little Eric” he mentioned Eric Harris but it was also meant as an example for a typical white kid. He is from middle america because his name is in the middle of amERICa.
The interesting part is, as I said, the video. Where you can see news of an school shooting during “I could be one of your kids”
And during “little Eric looks just like this” you can see one of those typical yearbook pictures and the house of the school shooter. The house looks a bit like the one the Harrises had.

When these lines get repeated you can see a boy full of (probably) blood stepping out of the map of america. On his shirt is written “I am Eric”.

Rap God, 2013
I’ll take seven kids from Columbine
Put ‘em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9

This was the first time we could hear the Columbine Line uncensored. Eminem didn’t rap all of the “I’m back” lines because he just wanted to
“See if I get away with it now that I ain’t as big as I was”
As you can hear, he got away with it.

Eminem is one of the few people who openly give their sympathy for the two shooters.
He admitted to be interested in serial killers in this statement:
“I did find myself watching a lot of documentaries on serial killers, I mean, I always had a thing for them. I’ve always been intrigued by them and I found that watching movies about killers sparked something in me.The way a serial killer’s mind works, just the psychology of them is pretty fucking crazy. I was definitely inspired by that, but most of the album’s imagery came from my own mind.”

But Marshall Mathers seems to have an very personal realationship with the whole Columbine Issue.
He himself was bullied on a daily basis during his childhood, often for his race and for always being the new kid. When he was nine years old he got beaten up so bad he was in an coma for several days. I think he is one of the people who is trying to understand what Harris and Klebold were going through.
But I think it is important to mention, that he is the living proof that even when your life is is shitty right now because of some people who have nothing in their life but to terrorize you, that you can still have a better life. And you beat them best when you keep on living.

“That Columbine shit is so fucking touchy. As much sympathy as we give the Columbine shootings, nobody ever looked at it from the fuckin’ point of view of the kids who were bullied—I mean, they took their own fucking life! And it was because they were pushed so far to the fucking edge that they were fucking so mad. I’ve been that mad.

-Marshall Mathers

Okay, Miranda Lawson though.

She never openly speaks about the abuse she endured, she only hints it most of the time.

But the thing that fucked me up is her “I wasn’t the first one he made, I was only the first he kept” line.

Can you imagine how emotionally scarring this must’ve been for her. Henry Lawson told her that he had other “children” before but got rid of them and probably put a lot of pressure on her and threatening that she’ll end up like the ones the discarded before.

Of course she is focussed on success when her fucking life used to depend on succeeding.

realisation: every ship will turner sets foot on is wrecked soon after.

think about it.

as a child, his ship is wrecked by the black pearl. he is saved by the dauntless which is eventually lost in a hurricane as it chases down jack sparrow.

the interceptor is blown up by barbossa. the edinburgh is sunk by the kraken, as is the black pearl, pretty much the second will sets foot on them. the junk sailed to the locker is wrecked by the massive waterfall. he is on board the endeavour for maybe a day, negotiating terms with beckett, and it’s destroyed in the battle. the dutchman is consumed by the maelstrom.


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lavenderlunaart  asked:

ok so since I never saw something new in the valgrace tag (i'm crying about this) could you PLEASE draw valgrace stuff (a simple Jason hugging/kissing/smiling to Leo) PLEASE I love your art and some of them, I made lockscreens (just for personal use, I gave your credits and since I know i'm the only one who have it) just something like jason hugging and kissing the top of his cutie boyfriend leo p l e a s e love you <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 (please listen my inner sad girl screaming)

oh geez not really my ship but does this count?

Black Butterflies - 3

Here it is, much awaited part 3. Don’t forget to give me feedback. Plus re-blog and recommend others my blog if you liked it so far :) And the base of flashback has been borrowed from @secret-rendezvous1d I did some editing here and there. Thanks to her !


Part - 1

Part - 2

Word count :: 2507

Harry thew his head back in pleasure as he rolled his hips against Kristine. They still were at Disneyland with kids and didn’t get time to catch up with each other. So after putting his kids to bed, he started it all by kissing her. His lips trailing kisses down her neck, leaving purple marks on her neck. 

‘fuck Harry do something.” Kristine whimpered beneath her. Her chest rising with every breath she took pressing it against his. His silver chain hanging from his neck as he hovered her and slowly pushed himself inside her. Her wetness making it easy for harry to slide his thick shaft inside her in a one swift motion.  Her hands coming in contact with his muscular back as she dragged her nails along it.

The next hour was spent making love fucking.

Harry rolled off her after reaching his heights and laid beside her. She smiled and rested her head on his chest. 

He didn’t felt right. The feeling was foreign for him. She felt unfamiliar. Soon her soft snores filled the room. and Harry found himself awake in bed staring blankly at the ceiling. His mind was going crazy with a chaos of thoughts. Why was he feeling like this? He himself din’t know. The feeling was making him sick making him questioning himself what was going on.

He started question, did he actually loved Kristine or was it just a illusion. Shaking his head, brushing the thoughts away he pulled her sleeping figure close to his chest.

“Of course I love her” he mumbled and closed his eyes.

You hissed to self as blood gushed out of your finger that you cut while chopping the veggies. You opened the tap and put it under the cool running water. The cool sensation giving relief to you as you padded to the front door to open it where Anne stood carrying a bag with her.

“Elo darling” She said cheerfully pulling you in a tight hug. Her warm affection warming your cold body up. You smiled at her cheerful spirit before pulling away.

“Come inside mum.” You said.

Mum. The very first time you met her and called Mrs. Twist she asked you to call her mum instead. She said that you too were like Gemma to her and calling her Mrs. Twist would embarrass her hearing it from her daughter.

Anne was much of a best friend to you than a mother-in-law. She was always there when you needed her. Whenever you and Harry fought, you’d always ask her for help and knowing his son well, she’d help you. You told her everything. And having her as a mother made you feel lucky

“So, how’re yeh doin’?” She asked rubbing th back of your hand with her thumb sitting on the couch with you as you both sipped on your tea.

“Very well. Thank you. What about you?” You asked putting your cup down on the coffee table.

“I’m good. How’re yeh ?” She asked again.

“i uh i said I’m good”

“I asked you how’re yeh?” She asked once again and there was no backing up from it now. Tears welled up in your eyes and you looked down and sniffed.

“Not good mum. I’m breaking inside. God I feel dead “ You sobbed and were pulled inside the arms of that lovely lady.

“There it is baby. Let it out sweet. Cry all yeh want” she cooed. Her soft voice made weep  as you wrapped your arms around her crying your heart out.

“I feel yeh “ She said and after a few minutes of good crying, you pulled away. You noticed her navy blue tee had a damp spot from your tears. You wiped your tears and nose with the back of your hand. And it did helped you. Crying out did help you made feel better.

“I am disgusted with my son right now. Never expected him to do this. I’m sorry he caused you so much pain” she said sympathetically cupping your right cheek.

“He just chose to leave instead of fighting. That’s all mum” You cried softly.

“I feel yeh love. I’ve been at your place before” She said. And she wasn’t lying. The only difference was that their decision of separation was mutual unlike you guys.

“I can’t believe he’d do something like that. He always told me how much he loved you”

“It’s okay mum. Love fades away” 

“You really love her, don’t you?”

He looks across to his mother as she nurses her cup of tea, cosied up into Robin’s side, with a smile on her face. The lamps around the room giving her face a gentle glow, shadows forming from her features as Harry’s fingers drag up his your arm softly.

“I really do,” he whispers, nodding softly, “absolutely smitten with her, I am.”

“I think the feeling is very much mutual,” she smiles, leaning forward and setting her mug on a coaster on the coffee table, reaching over to grab his free hand and perching on the armrest beside her son, “she’s wonderful. She really is. I’ve never seen you with such a huge smile on your face before. She’s what you need. Someone to keep you grounded and to stop you from swimming off and getting too crazy.”

 “dropping her coffee over my shoes that day was what got us here today. I love her. I really do. She’s changed my life over the last 8 months, mum, and I realised that I’ve never been so crazy for someone before. I love her. It makes me so happy that you like her, as well,” he smiles, looking down at you and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I think I’m going to take her to bed. I’m going to take her off into Holmes Chapel tomorrow and show her everything I used to get up to. You’re welcome to join us if you want to come.”

“Oh, no. No, you have some time together. We’ve spent all day with you,” Anne smiles, cupping his face in her hand and pressing a kiss to his forehead, “I’ll have a nice breakfast set out for you both tomorrow. Be up for 8, okay?”

He nods, adjusting his arms around you lifting you to his chest, standing to his feet and bidding a goodnight before he’s making his way up the stairs.

Anne felt her heart aching as she remembered the memories of Harry bringing you to their house for the first time. His lips were spread in a wide grin. She loved how happy he looked and knew you were the one. But now she felt broken. She never expected any of her kid to have divorce in future as she taught them that single thing can destroy many lives.

Thinking of her daughter-in-law brought tears to her eyes. She knew how hard the situation was for her and she felt vulnerable because there’s nothing she could do ease the pain of the poor girl. Nothing but pray to god.

“Eat” Kristine ordered bringing the spoon full of porridge to Noah’s mouth. Harry was in the bathroom and asked Kristine to feed Noah. And without denying she nodded and sat little toddler on baby chair and started feeding her. But he didn’t seem to like her attitude.Since the say Harry brought kids along with Kristine, she felt that Harry payed more attention to kids than her. Once she even wore short exposing clothes to arouse Harry, but instead of getting turned on, Harry grabbed her by her elbow gently and took inside the room only to scold her not to wear such clothes around kids It only flamed the fire inside Kristine more for his kids.

She tried feeding Noah forcefully when he suddenly pushed her away, spilling porridge all over her t-shirt and some on her hair.

“What’ve you done?!?!” she roared scaring Noah. Hearing his cries, Rose came running from the other room and started calming down his brother. But when her eyes fell on Kristine, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh seeing porridge sticking to her hair. Kristine’s eyes flared up with anger as she stood up and hovered Rose. Her hand rising up in the air.

Poor girl’s eyes filled with fear sensing what 

“you little piece of s-” she spat when suddenly rose ran and stuck to fer father’s leg crying.

“Daddy!!!” she cried as harry picked her up.

“Wha’s wrong poppet?” Harry asked rubbing her back.

“Kr-Kristine was going to hit me” she sobbed in his neck. Harry pulled away, his eyebrows furrowed as he set her down.

“What? I could never do that to you” Kristine cooed changing herself like a chameleon crouching beside Harry, in front of Rose. She pushed her hand away when Kristine tried to touch her.

“You lie!” Rose cried.

“Sh-she even was saying the S word” Rose cried.

“Oh god. “ Kristine said covering her mouth as tears fell down her eyes. Harry instantly wrapped his arms around her pulling her to him. 

“Apologize to kris” Harry old rose rubbing the small back of Kristine.

“No” Rose refused shaking her head showing Harry attitude.

“Don’ Rose. I said apologize” Harry warned and once again Rose denied. It set Harry off the verge. Harry stood up and took a breath trying not to explode on her daughter but he was helpless.

“GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!” He shouted, making everyone in the room flinch. His loud voice making Noah to burst in tear once again. Rose’s breath hitched in as tears flooded her eyes.

“I hate you” she mumbled ever so softly before helping his brother down the chair and running to her room with him.

After coming back to his senses. He felt hurt. He felt disgusted for scaring his little girl like that. His own eyes getting wet as he sat on the ground with his head in his hands sobbing quietly. Kristine took the chance and brought him to her chest rubbing his back.

“Shhh baby. It’s okay”

As soon as Rose finished up telling you what happened to them on vacation, Y/n stomped out of her house and drove to their Harry’s house. Unfortunately, he wasn’t their and you were greeted by none other than his girlfriend, who was dressed in nothing but a pair of panties and his t-shirt.

“Oh hi. Come inside” she said  stepping aside for y/n to come in and she gladly did. Seeing Kristine was making his blood boil. Especially when she was wearing the ring in her necklace that you gifted Harry. You felt sick thinking about how stupid you were to fall for a guys like that.

“Stop” Y/n said trying to be calm. She didn’t wanted any foreplay.

“What?” Kristine asked innocently clearly aware as to why y/n was there.

“Stop being so two faced.And how dare you talk to my kids like that?!” Y/n shouted.

“Oh really? But you husband, oops i mean my boyfriend doesn’t seems to be bothered about it. And about your kids, it’ll be better f you keep them to yourself.” she said standing with her hands on her hips.

“Harry is their father! They have the whole right to be with him! And oh my god I cannot believe he actually likes a bitch like you!”

“Oh please darling he loves me. Probably because I’m not ugly,fat and emotional mess like you. When he spent that night with me, he told me how much he regretted marrying you and voila I helped him every night. All the time he said he was out, he was with me, inside me actually” she laughed

“and you know what? He’s smitten over me” She said. You let out a sob as her words hit you like a knife but you had to be strong, for your kids.

“God. He’s an Idiot. Never knew he fuck buddy would turn out to be someone like you” You spat hatefully.

“Wha’ do ya mean” Said a heavy voice. You turned around and saw Harry standing at the porch, Kristine wasted no time running to him and crying fake tears.

“shh baby. “ Harry said kissing her head before making his way to you. Your heart beat fastened as you took in to his face. He looked mesmerizing. So pure and gentle. He looked so good and it was clear that the divorce wasn’t affecting him where you looked completed opposite but he was too blinded to see how much you were hurting.

“I-I can’t believe you yelled at Rose” you stammered as he hovered you.

“Had to do that t’ teach her some manners. And wha’ did yeh by fuck buddy huh? I love her! Ge’ this fucking thing in your brain.” he said. He was getting red with every word he said.

“It’s alright Haz. I’m okay” Kristine said clutching to his arm sounding so poor and petite. All you wanted to do was to punch her straight in the face.

“No Kris! Nobody talks to m’love like that” He said eyeing you. His eyes dug in you were burning you. You felt naked and wrapped your arms around yourself but the time wasn’t to be. It was to fight.

“I didn’t said anything wrong Harry styles! She’s nothing but a slut, a fuck buddy whom you fucked every night, you spent every night with her moaning where I sat at home, awake the whole night wondering if you’re okay! While you’re kids kept asking for you!”

“And did you ever asked meh why was I? Let me tell yeh because you never were enough! Seeing your face disgusted me!” He yelled. His voice echoed in the house while every word he said.

Your heart clenched. Your chest felt heavy again as a tear rolled down your cheek. Never in a million years you thought he’d say something like this, but he did.

“You are the biggest regret of  my life” You whispered.

“If you’re done, I’d like you to leave” He said looking away. 

“didn’t you hear him Y/n?” Kristine said her tears all gone now replaced by happiness of you crying. You knew she was trying to evoke you and damn it did work. 

“Shut up you bit-” And before you could finish the whole sentence, Harry grabbed you my your elbow harshly and dragged to the porch.

“Get the fuck outta my house!”


Oh well well. I’ve started hating Harry while writing this. Feedback please!

Like Him (Peter Maximoff x Reader) (Run Out On Me PT 2)

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Summary: Peter regrets everything and you dont feel a thing.

Authors Note: Hello angels! I’m sorry for not posting recently, I’ve had a lot on my plate during the past month or so BUT I’m back for now. Anyways here’s the highly requested Run Out On Me Part 2! Enjoy <3

Warming(s): Swearing and angst.

Like Him

You remember crying that night, to the point where you had no tears and your throat was dry from all the sobs you’d let out. You didn’t dare move from where you were, scared that if you returned to your bedroom, you would break down all over again.  So you stayed seated on the floor of your once shared living room, watching a re-run of friends and running through all the possible scenarios of what could have been your future.

If you were scared before, you sure as hell were now. The thought of raising a child on your own scared you, especially with how unpredictable your mutation was and how it was more than likely that your child would end up with one too. You knew absolutely nothing about parenting , let alone looking after a newborn since you’d never had any younger siblings to help care for.

You had no clue what to do with yourself that night, so you just slept. The next day you’d called up your good friend Jean Grey, who you knew from the X-mansion and told her everything. Of course you’d ended up breaking into tears again, but you were happy to know that someone supported you and was ecstatic  for you. You remember laughing as Scott threatened to hunt Peter down and beat him up, but you didn’t care for him. Not anymore. You were also lucky enough to have a secure job teaching along side Charles Xavier, so you knew you were supported in that department too.  

Over the course of your pregnancy Jean helped set up necessary appointments and often tagged along with you if you were feeling nervous, you couldn’t ask for a better friend. Jubilee organised your baby shower at the X-mansion where the gender of your baby was revealed, you were delighted to be reunited with your friends from school as well as your old teachers.  You were practically glowing that day, and even cried due to the overwhelming support you had gotten from everyone.

Practically the whole X-men team had been with you for the delivery of your baby, and you’d never felt so grateful for anyone in your whole life. They were like a family to you and you’d finally gotten that sense of security back.

So here you were, almost four years down the line with a beautiful baby girl. She was your everything and you couldn’t be more content with your lives at the moment.

A wail from the living room brought you out of your reverie, your head whipped over to the little girl who was playing on the floor in front of the TV. You put down the knife you were using to chop some vegetables and made your way into the living room. There you saw your little girl, eyes watery with tears.

“Hiya baby” you cooed to the silver haired girl. You swear she was the spitting image of Peter. It was like a curse. Every time you looked at her you felt an overwhelming sense of anger that couldn’t replace the love you shared with Peter. This little girl had been brought into the world because of the love you’d once shared. A constant reminder of what could have been. “What’s the matter angel?”

The little girl looked up at you, reaching out for what you could only assume, was a hug. Grinning, you leaned down to pick up your baby before balancing her on your hip. “I’m hungry mama” she whined, looking up at you with those big doe eyes.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, weaving through the various toys scattered around, in order to get back to the kitchen. “But Amara, baby, dinner’s almost ready” you chided “Can’t you wait a little bit longer babygirl?”

Once in the kitchen, you seated your daughter in her chair and placed some paper and crayons in front of her. She pouted before stubbornly getting to work on her drawing. “No mama! I’m hungry now!

You looked back at her from your place at the stove, a knowing look gracing your features. You opened your snack draw (which you usually kept locked because Amara was a sneaky little thing) and pulled out a Twinkie, she was obsessed with them, just like her father. “Alright baby” you cooed, your back still to the little girl “You can have one but you have to promise to eat all of your dinner alri-”

You gasped, dropping the snack as you turned to face your daughter. Her eyes were glazed over with a silver light. Amara’s mouth hung open, it too with a glimmering light. Her hair was floating behind her, along with the objects in her orbit. You quickly went to reach for her, but within an instant, it stopped.  


“Yes baby? Are you ok-?”

“Are we going to the x-mansion soon?” She asked, calmly returning to her colouring. Your brows furrowed, wondering if she was okay.

“No baby I didn’t plan on it. Why?” You questioned frantically, coming to crouch down by her chair. You brushed some hair out of her supple face as she worked.

“I saw you-us and Mr Xavier” she babbled, smiling to herself. “He was doing test thingies. You thought I had a mutation, what’s a mutation? I thought it was just a memory but then I realised I’ve never been before”

You sat back on your knees as she continued her babbling, your hand forming a firm grip on the edge of the table. You looked down at the floor, realising that this was it. This was your daughter’s mutation. You quickly pulled yourself together, running to the counter and grabbing your phone. Swiftly, you turned around, running a hand through your tangled hair as you dialled a number.

It rang once.


Three times.

All the while you observed your  daughter, who was minding her own business as if nothing happened. “Hello?”

“Jean how fast can you get here?”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“I think Amara’s found her mutation”

You twiddled your thumbs nervously as you walked beside Charles. Hank had just ran some tests on your three -nearly four- year old daughter. You let out a shaky breath, as you followed the man to the lab. When Amara was just a baby, you prayed that she wouldn’t get a mutation. You didn’t want her to grow up, feeling the same way Peter did, especially if they were going to be similar.

“Don’t be worried (Y/N)” Charles reassured you, disrupting your chaotic thoughts. You felt your mind come to a stop at the sound of Charles’ voice in your head. “We’ll know what to do”

Silently, you nodded your head as the pair of you made your way through the lab doors. Desperately, you wanted to flick your wrists and slow down time - just for a second - so you could withhold the moment you found out if your daughter had a mutation or not. Yet, the suspense was killing you, you wanted to know.

“Hello (Y/N)!” Hank chirped as he met yourself and Charles at the entrance of the lab. You gave him a sheepish smile as you twiddled with your fingers nervously. “I haven’t seen you in a while! How’s things?”

“Everything is going well” you breathed out shakily. “Amara’s growing up nicely.”

Hank smiled sadly, shaking his head at your nervousness. “I know, but my question was directed at you

Before you could respond, Hank had turned to face a computer. You looked down at Charles, who also had the same look of sadness etched onto his features before he wheeled his way over to her h the computer. You furrowed your brows. Why were the worrying about you?  You were just concerned for your daughter. Livid, you marched over to Hank and pulled on his shoulder. “What are the results Hank? That’s what I’m here for”

“Be calm (Y/N), everything will be fine” Charles assured you. You softly bit your lip and dropped your hand to your side. Silently, you made your way over to a nearby desk and took a seat on its surface, desperately trying to calm your nerves.  Hank tapped away at a few keys before the results appeared on the screen, you heard a faint gasp and instantaneously looked up.

What? What’s wrong?”

You saw the look of concern the two men shared, before standing up and crossing your arms over your chest. Hank looked up at the results briefly before meeting your nervous gaze, he clicked away for a second before showing the results to you. “Your daughter” he began anxiously. “has a mutation-”

“As if that wasn’t obvious enough” you snapped as Charles put a hand on your arm reassuringly.

“A rare mutation” Hank continued, his eyes piercing through yours. “Your daughter, Amara, has the ability to see the near future in short bursts. It’s a result of a  combination of yours and Peter’s mutations. Linking time and speed has allowed your daughter see briefly into anyone’s future”

You gasped, feeling weak in the knees. You fell back against the table, holding onto it for support. Hank rushed over to you, placing a soft hand your back and checking you over to see if you were okay. Your body shook, you were angry at yourself for letting this happen, you were angry at Peter for leaving you when he did. You kept your head down as Charles spoke up.

“Only few mutants have received these abilities before, so we know very little about this mutation but I can promise you that we can help your daughter as soon as you’re ready for us to. We know that being able to see every possible outcome for everyone’s future can be overwhelming and we will do our best to help Amara” Charles spoke carefully, afraid to scare or overwhelm you. All the while you listened silently, weighing out all possible options in your head. Would Amara fit in here? Is she too young?

“You don’t have to make up your mind now, (Y/N)” Charles whispered, comfortingly. “She’s still  young, we can give it a few years”

You nodded silently, thanking the two pen for their time before making your way out the lab to find your daughter. You still had time to talk to her about this, you still had time to give her a better life than Peter’s.

Peter grinned down at the little girl who’d latched herself onto his leg. She was cute. She had a small button nose, her pale silver locks were combed back into a fishtail braid. She had large doe (eye colour) eyes  that stood out against her supple skin.

He’d learned her name to be Amara, she was three and a half years old. How the girl came to be in Peter’s care was quite miraculous. He’d been speeding down the hallway after a long mission (as you would after being extremely exhausted), a little girl had ran out into his path causing him to veer to the right and crash. She laughed at him.

Peter couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity as he held the little girl, gently tossing her up and down in the air, watching her laugh with a toothy smile. She was missing her two front teeth and had these warm (eye colour) eyes that he swore he knew like the back of his hands.  It was like he knew them, knew her.

The little girl - or better yet - Amara clapped her tiny hands together as Peter threw her up one last time before catching her and resting her on his hip. She grinned at him as he crossed his brown eyes and stuck his tongue out at her. “You’re funny” Amara giggled again, reminding Peter of a certain someone. “Just like my mummy”

“Well your mama must be a comedian ‘cause I’m s'posed to be the funniest guy around” Peter teased playfully, boooing the little girl’s nose. She shook her head slyly.

Nuh-uh my Mummy’s the funniest” Amara argued.

“Is not”

Is too

“Is not

Is too

“Is no-!”

Amara!” A worried voice cut through the conversation and the little girl jumped out of Peter’s arms, she quickly ran over to the doorway of the common room she and Peter had been playing in before rushing into someone’s arms. “There you are baby! I was so worried! Kurt said he’d be watching you and-”

“S’okay mama! Peter was watching me!”

Peter’s eyes snapped up to meet the gaze of someone he thought he’d never see again. He could see how her worried expression had twisted and contorted into one of anger and bewilderment. She still looked the same, only better. Her hair was longer, thicker - Peter took note of that. Her curves were more enticing and enunciated than before. Her eyes shone and were brighter than the day Peter had left her. She looked so much better without him, Peter had decided.

Peter” he hated how his name dripped, oh-so venomously from (Y/N)’s soft pink lips. The pair of adults stood opposite each other, it was like a stand off. Amara looked between the two, slightly confused whilst hugging her mum’s legs tightly.

“(Y/N)… H-how’ve you been?” The silver haired male stuttered, afraid of what his ex-fiancé would say. She tsked in response, looking down and shaking her head.

Better without you

The speedster looked down, regret filling his veins, pumping  round his body and flowing back to his heart. He looked at the little girl who stood behind her mother’s legs with a shy smile. He felt stupid for not noticing it before, he had his suspicions but-

Is she mine?” The question tumbled out of his lips before he could stop it. He watched as the anger engulfed her body, she shook with rage but he could see the hurt swirling in (Y/N)’s softened (eye colour) hues.

“What do you mean? - of course she’s yours- I never” (Y/N) paused, begging, willing herself not to cry. Her whole body shook as the fire of rage took over her. “I never cheated on you, Peter. It was you who left me, remember? And what does it matter to you?

Peter frowned. “I want to be there for her, (Y/N)” he gestured to Amara. “ I want to be in her life”

That was it, the final straw. If (Y/N) was angry before, she sure was livid now. Amara could feel the rage radiating off of her mother’s body, the young mutant tugged at her mother’s sleeve, a silent plea for her to calm down but at this point Peter had gone too far.

“Amara go wait outside, baby” the young mother started, clenching her fists.

“But mama, I-” the little girl begun, looking up at her mother.


The two adults watched as the girl backed out of the room, most likely to go look for Jean or Kurt. (Y/N)’s gaze slowly crept back to meet Peter’s, a whirlwind of emotions taking over her. “Fuck you Peter

His brows furrowed. “What?”

Fuck. You” (Y/N) spat. “You don’t have the right, you don’t get to do this anymore. When will you get it through your thick head that, you. left. me. You made the conscious decision to leave me, knowing I was pregnant and now you want to come back? I don’t think so”

I raised her, all by myself for three and a half years, and you think I’ll let you waltz back into my life, her life without a fuss? I’m not a push over anymore Peter, I’m not someone you can take advantage of.” (Y/N) let her eyes fall shut as she felt the tears well in her eyes. She clenched and unclenched her fists as her gaze fell on Peter’s. She wanted nothing more in that moment for Peter to fall at her feet and beg her to take him back, she wanted him to apologise, show his emotion, let her in. For once. She knew what she was doing was selfish but she was doing  what was best for a her daughter. Or was it so that she didn’t get hurt? She started at the man she once loved expectantly, the tears threatening to spill over her eyelids.

“Don’t you think she’ll need a father figure” the fast-moving mutant defended quietly, looking at (Y/N) with sorrow-filled eyes.

She was crying now, god how he hated to see her cry. The tears streamed down her cheeks like a salty river. Her slightly hopeful expression faded, and Peter winced as a cold hearted glare graced her features. “You decided that you weren’t going to be a father when you left us ,Peter

Peter watched as his only love called back his daughter to pack up her things. The small mutant grabbed her backpack and tucked away her toys, once she was done she gave Peter a sad smile and a soft kiss on the cheek before running out to meet Jean in the hallway. (Y/N) checked the room over to make sure her daughter hadn’t left anything. She turned to leave, before she changed her mind and glanced back at a crestfallen Peter Maximoff.

I wish I could say you were different from him, Peter” (Y/N) whispered softly, a sad tone evident in her voice. “Your father I mean, when in truth… you’re exactly like him’’

And with that, she turned away and walked out of the room, out of Peter’s life… just as he had done to her.


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