#findinghome

"𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐔𝐬"

From the moment you entered my life, it wasn’t love at first sight, but something entirely different—something I couldn’t quite name back then. There was no sudden rush, no overwhelming infatuation, but a quiet, lingering curiosity that settled deep in my chest. The very first time I laid my eyes on you, something in me stilled. It wasn’t just the way you stood, bold and fierce, or how the fire in your eyes commanded attention—it was something else, something that whispered to me that my life was about to change. In that instant, I knew you were going to mean more to me than I could comprehend. I was taken aback. Yet, even then, I was in awe.

I didn’t know what it was that drew me to you. It wasn’t just your confidence or your spirit; it was something deeper, something that spoke to me without words. I stood there, watching, and I knew that you were meant to be part of my life. Not just in passing, but in a way that would leave an imprint on me. I didn’t know how or why, but from that moment, my heart knew you were someone special.

When you asked, "What are your intentions?" I remember feeling a mix of nervousness and honesty that I hadn’t experienced before. I had no answers then—no plans, no path mapped out for where we might go—but I knew I wanted you in my life. Whether we were to remain friends or become something more, all of that felt secondary to the simple truth that I wanted to know you, to be around you. I didn’t need labels or expectations, just the space to be with you, to see where this connection would lead. And, for someone who had spent years building walls around my heart, that was a feeling both terrifying and exhilarating.

I took that leap, a shot in the dark, when I added you and reached out, and since then, our friendship has been nothing short of a wild, beautiful ride. There were moments in the beginning when we didn’t quite understand each other, where you probably thought I was a little too mysterious or odd.

I laugh now, thinking about how you jokingly accused me of being some kind of spy, always observing. But looking back, I was just trying to figure out how someone like you—a force of nature—could make me feel so at peace. It took me a while to understand what was happening inside of me. I’ve spent so much of my life thinking that love or deep affection had to come with a rush of adrenaline, a dizzying euphoria. But what I felt with you was different—so much more grounding, so much more real. Yes, you make me smile, you make me laugh, and I genuinely love being in your company, but it’s more than that. You make me feel safe, like I can let down my guard, like I don’t have to pretend or perform. For the first time, I feel like I can just be.

And that’s where I realise this is different from anything I’ve felt before. It’s not just the excitement of being with someone who lights up my world—it’s the calm you bring. It’s the way everything around me quiets when you’re near, the way all the noise and chaos fade away. When I’m with you, I don’t feel like I need to prove myself, because you see me. The real me. And somehow, that feels more intimate than any of the love stories I used to dream about.

You have this fire in you, this passion that burns so brightly, and it’s impossible not to be drawn to it. But it’s not just the fire—it’s the warmth you bring, the way your presence makes everything feel lighter, easier. You make me feel like no matter what I’m facing, it’s going to be okay, because when I look at you, I feel like I’ve found my home. That sounds cheesy, I know, but it’s the truth. In you, I’ve found not just excitement, but peace. Not just passion, but comfort.

There’s a depth to this, to what you’ve sparked in me, that I didn’t know was possible. You’ve somehow sunk beneath my skin, into the core of who I am, and nurtured something there—something I didn’t even know needed nurturing. You’ve made me question everything I thought I knew about love. How could I have thought I’d loved before, when I hadn’t felt this? This steady, calm knowing that no matter what happens, we’ll figure it out together.

And that’s the most beautiful thing about this connection. You’ve made me realise that love isn’t just about the highs, the excitement, the butterflies. It’s about feeling completely safe in someone’s presence. It’s about the comfort of knowing that with you, I don’t have to be anything other than myself. You’ve nurtured this familiarity, this deep-seated bond that has grown into something so fierce and strong, it makes me wonder how I ever lived without it.

Being with you feels like being part of a symphony—a harmony I never knew I needed. Every glance, every word exchanged between us is like a note that fits perfectly into the melody of my life. The highs and lows are no longer jarring but part of a greater rhythm, and even in moments of silence, there’s music. With you, nothing feels forced or rushed; instead, everything flows together as though we’ve been playing this piece for years. You’ve brought balance to my chaos, and now I understand that love doesn’t have to be loud or overwhelming—it can be gentle, steady, and still so powerful.

Chapter 2

Chapter 1: A New Nanny

James Potter was a widower. His wife, Lily, had died in childbirth, and he was left to raise their young son, Harry, on his own.

James was struggling. He was working long hours at his job, and he didn't have much time to spend with Harry. He was also struggling to cope with his grief, and he felt like he was failing as a father.

One day, James decided to hire a nanny to help him with Harry. He interviewed several candidates, but he wasn't sure who to choose.

Then, he met Mika. She was young, but she was kind, patient, and experienced with children. She also had a way of making Harry feel comfortable and safe.

James hired Mika, and she quickly became an important part of their lives. She helped James to take care of Harry, and she also helped him to cope with his grief.

*blows dust off this account, has coughing fit*

Been a hot damn minute huh? Well I did it! Self-published my own book! Already writing another book within the same universe, different characters. But I'm going to start to be more active again. I have two different book series within the same universe planned that I've been messing around with in my head for the better part of 20 years. (Yes... I'm that old... :C)

Anyways I understand if those who only followed for the WoW content unfollow. But I do hope you join me for the progression of these books. I do have an Instagram and I have been regularly posting there but I can't share character prompts and writing snippets there like I can with Tumblr. It'll benefit me to have both.

The Tumblr for just the book is: https://olcoron.tumblr.com/

My IG handle is zizikitty.writes

Chapter One: Frenemy

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language

Characters: Peter Parker, Happy Hogan, Flash Thompson, EDITH

Mentioned: Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark, Tony Stark, James Rhodes, May Parker, Thaddeus Ross, Wanda Maximoff, Quentin Beck, JARVIS, Vision, Ned Leeds, Karen, Steve Rogers

Peter let out a huff as he landed on top of a skyscraper. He had just gotten off the phone with Happy, who was anything but happy at the moment. No, he was furious. Just not at Peter, thankfully.

“Okay, Kid. I just got off the phone with Pepper—”

“Happy!” Peter protested. “No, you can’t do that! Don’t put her and Morgan in danger over my dumb mistakes. Seriously, we can figure this out some other way. Besides, it’s not really a secret anymore that I was close with Tony. That’s the first place that they’ll look.”

“Too late, Pete,” Happy replied. “Rhodey’s on his way to get you, so stay put. Keep to the rooftops, and God forbid they send a helicopter after you, ask EDITH what to do. You have her connected to your suit, yeah?”

Peter sighed, lowering his head. “Yeah, yeah, I have EDITH in the suit,” he told him. “How long will it take Rhodey to get here?”

“About twenty minutes. Hang tight until then, alright? We’re going to figure this out. I promise,” Happy said. “Do you need me to stay on the line?”

“No, no, I’m okay,” he replied. “Just, take care of May for me? Please?”

“I will, Peter. You know that.”

Peter took a shaky breath. Ross was after him. Of course f*cking Secretary Ross was after him. He had heard stories of the Raft; where they took the Rogue Avengers after Germany. He wasn’t sure if still existed now, but he knew that Ross had no problem putting him there if it did, and he knew that he didn’t trust mutants. He had heard what he did to Wanda.

“Peter, you have an incoming call from an unknown number. It appears that you share a group chat with them,” EDITH announced.

Peter blinked, tilting his head slightly. “Yeah? Can you figure out who it is for me?”

“Of course,” EDITH replied. There was a pause as she did her silent work. “It appears to be a Eugene Thompson. Born in 2003, but Blipped in 2018.”

Peter huffed slightly. Of course Flash would choose now out of all times to call him. “Fine, okay, I kinda want to hear his reaction. Put him through,” he told her. He heard a click and spoke before Flash had a chance. “Alright, Flash. I don’t exactly have much time to talk, so whatever it is, make it quick.”

“It’s true, isn’t it?” Flash replied. Peter could hear a mix of emotions in his voice, but he swore that one of them was guilt. “It makes so much sense now. Why he was suddenly in D.C. and why you weren’t with us when he showed up. Why you have— why you had the Stark Internship. Oh my God.”

“Good job. You got it,” he sighed.

“I know you didn’t do it,” Flash said suddenly, catching Peter off guard. “I know the video was tapered with. You’re not like that.”

“Oh,” Peter was surprised, not completely sure how to respond. “Thanks, Flash. Didn’t really expect that from you.”

“I know I’m a d*ck,” Flash muttered. “But I’m not heartless, believe it or not. And as sh*tty of a person I’ve been to you. . . Sh*t, Peter, look I’m not good at this. Just, I’m on your side here. If you don’t want me to be, I get it. I’m not going to suddenly try to be friends and act like I was never mean to you, but you need all the help you can get right now.”

Peter knew that he was right. He had always really guessed that Flash was only jealous of him, anyway. And recently, after EDITH scanned his phone on the bus, he was sure that the other boy had something going on at home. “It’s okay if you hate me,” Flash continued when he didn’t reply immediately. “I actually always did kinda believe you, by the way. I get why he liked you.”

“I don’t hate you, Flash. Thank you, really. I appreciate it. I don’t really think there’s much you can do to help though. The f*cking U.S. Secretary of State is on my tail right now.”

“The Avengers? Have you talked to them?” Flash asked. “Surely they’re on your side. Right?”

“Rho— War Machine is on his way to back me up,” Peter told him. “Other than that, I honestly have no clue. I’ve not really spoke to. . . Well, anyone. Not since the funeral. Everyone’s still adjusting, you know?”

“Yeah, I get that,” he said sadly. “If there’s anything I can do. . .”

“Actually,” an idea popped into Peter’s mind. It wasn’t much, but like Flash said, he needed all the help he could get right now. “You still doing that vlog?”

“Yeah?”

“Great,” Peter replied. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want, but maybe you could make a video. . ?”

It took a second, then Peter realized Flash got what he was saying. “Right! I was there,” he said. Peter could hear the excitement in his voice. “Mysterio. I was there for the whole thing. Maybe not there there, but in the city. Peter, I don’t get many views.”

“I can help with that,” Peter told him. “EDITH, are you able to connect to the SI databases?”

“I could try,” EDITH replied. “Would you like me to?”

“Not yet, not yet,” he told.

“Woah, is that an AI?” Flash asked. “Like-like JARVIS? Vision, I mean?”

Peter couldn’t help but smile a bit. “Yeah, it is. He, um, Tony left her for me,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “I had a different AI in my old suit, but she was more like a coach, in a way. I wasn’t supposed to know about her, either. Ned and I hacked into the suit’s coding and unlocked her on accident. He never went back and took her away.”

“That’s so cool,” Flash breathed. “You two were actually really close, huh?”

Peter smiled weakly. “Yeah, yeah, we were,” he said quietly. He closed his eyes for a moment, remembering his conversation with Happy on the Quinjet. It had helped a bit, because he knew that Happy was one of the few people that he would open up to and what he said was likely true, but also made him so much more guilty at the same time. “I miss him.”

“I know it doesn’t really make a difference, but I’m sorry,” Flash replied. Peter had almost forgotten who he was talking to. He heard the other boy chuckle a bit. “I was always more of a Cap fan myself, but didn’t mean I didn’t like him too.”

Peter snickered a bit. “Cap’s pretty cool too,” he pointed out. “When this is all over, remind me to tell you about the first time I met him.”

“Yeah, okay,” Flash said. “Okay. I’ll. . . I’ll leave you alone now and work on that video. Do you want me to let you know when it’s up?”

“Yeah, you can let me know and I’ll see what EDITH can do about sharing it,” Peter told him. “I know this is probably so, so wrong but I think I can get it shared on SI’s social media accounts with Pepper’s permission. Also, hang on, email address?”

“[email protected],” he rolled off quickly.

“Got that, EDITH?” Peter asked.

“I do,” she replied.

“Great. Send him your original footage from the moment I confirmed transfer to Mr. Beck on,” he told her. “You can use as much of it as you need. Just please don’t make me regret trusting you.”

“I won’t. I promise,” Flash replied, a hint of sincerity in his voice. “Consider this my apology to you. It’s way overdue.”

“Yeah, okay,” Peter agreed. “I need to go. Rhodey will be here soon.”

“Right. Be careful, Peter,” Flash told him. “If you can think of anything else I can do to help, let me know.”

Here is my edit on Misha's roles before & during Supernatural. Has a slow way to it. Couldn't speed it up. lol who would want me to? SONG: Where you from, you sexy thang?

I KNOW, NOT EVERY PART HE DID, IS ON THIS. I COULD ONLY FIT, HOW LONG THE SONG IS. I went in order.