#hi my brother made me watch like 5 x-men movies in a row and the only thing i got from it was intensified logan obsession

[wolviez]

i hate his gay lil ass

#x-men evolution #xmen evolution #wolverine #logan howlett #james logan howlett #hi my brother made me watch like 5 x-men movies in a row and the only thing i got from it was intensified logan obsession #anyways i gotttaaaa actually rewatch this again im just looking at some clips rn

[holderofthebowl]

Chapter Ten: If You Had But Asked

- Chapter One: In the Service of the Queen - Chapter Two: Peace Offerings - Chapter Three: Salve for the Soul - Chapter Four: Kings Guard - Chapter Five: Not a Door, but a Window - Chapter Six: Typical Æsir Arrogance - Chapter Seven: For Odin’s Sons Are We - Chapter Eight: A Demonstration - Chapter Nine: What the Gods have Joined, Let None Put Asunder -

Summary: The start of a multi chapter origin story for Loki x Sigyn in the Marvel Movie Verse which will incorporate both mythological elements and elements from her comic backstory. This takes place between the Avengers and Thor 2 during his imprisonment.

Author: holderofthebowl

Which Tom/Character: Loki

Authors Note: Well it’s been almost 5 years... hahaha sorry about deserting you all, in the middle of the climax and everything. Med school and then the first few years of being a real grownup with a big kid job, moving back to the states and 1000 other things in life and such. Anyhow, if you are new to this fic start at chapter 1 or you are gonna be real confused. Sorry if I’m a little rusty, but an update 5 years later is better than nothing :) Anyhow ‘So I made you some content, daddy made you your favorite open wide’ I hope you enjoy. 

Rating: PG, A slow burn but we’re finally there. A whole kiss in this chapter and everything. 

Sigyn’s slippers clicked with purpose as she marched down the marble steps toward the dungeon. She angrily whipped both her cheeks with her palms. Her tears had changed from mortified embarrassment to red hot anger. The long train of her heavily embroidered and laced wedding dress draped along the steps behind her. 

She turned the corner toward Loki’s cell. The scene there did not surprise her. Four Crimson Hawks were upon him. Two of them pointed their weapons at her dark haired bride groom’s back. The other two, were pinning him to the bed, one was clamping manacles to his wrists, the other leaned an elbow across the back of his neck, holding him in a kneeling position with the side of his face to the mattress. No doubt trying to pull from him the location of their missing comrade.

“Where is he?” Sigyn spat at her now husband, with a level of venom that startled Odin’s soldiers slightly from their own interrogation, as they all turned to meet her gaze. 

Loki beamed at her, speaking as though there weren't soldiers leaning on his neck. “Sigyn, what a fine ceremony that was, beautiful, I especially loved the floral arrangements. So very sorry I wasn’t able to stay till the end. By any chance, would you be willing to tell me how it went?” 

Sigyn ignored his question. “Where is he Loki. Did you kill him? Is he dead?” She moved closer to the force field in front of her, her hands clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. 

Loki chuckled “ I mean, one can only hope.” he said shrugging, The man above Loki snarled and increased the pressure on Loki’s neck causing him to wince. Sigyn pursed her lips before addressing the Odin’s men. 

“I demand to speak to my husband. Alone! Asgardian law gives me that right!”  Everyone in the cell froze. None had been there for the conclusion of the ceremony and for a single moment, the entire cell of men was shocked, including Loki. It was he that cut through the silence. A deep full laugh that reverberated down the stone hall, only slightly muffled with half his face pressed into his linen sheets.

Slowly the soldiers withdrew, undoing the manacles, letting Loki push himself into a standing position. He dusted himself off with dramatic flare, his face beaming. The Hawks lowered the barrier allowing Sigyn to enter. They shot her looks as if she had grown a second head, too shocked to be upset about the betrayal of their brother in arms. She walked past them trying not to notice. She doubted this would be the end of looks and side glances she’d receive, likely for the rest of her days on Asgard. 

Loki approached her arms out, as though he thought to embrace her. The sound of the slap reverberated across the cell. Loki took a step back, and rubbed his cheek, but his smile didn’t dissipate. “Where is Theoric?” Sigyn demanded crossing her arms. 

Loki let a noise of irritation slip from between his lips and rolled his eyes. He threw a hand up in a gesture of dismissal. “That’s not important right now. What’s important is...”

“It’s important to me Loki.” she cut him off. Loki ignored her plea 

“And Odin really let the marriage stand? Ha! I can’t believe it worked. I can just imagine the row that caused. Was my brother there? I didn’t see him in the crowd beforehand.” Sygin watched him start to pace, he was having a difficult time keeping the energy of a successful scheme contained. 

Her shoulders slumped slightly and she sighed. This was not working. She was going to have to find a different tactic. Why she thought insisting Loki do anything directly would work in the first place was beyond her. Threats and orders were not in the prince’s nature to obey. She thought a moment. “Well, I guess there is one benefit to him being dead..”

This comment stopped Loki cold, and he turned to her. “What benefit?” he asked. Good, he was confused. He hadn’t expected that. He didn’t like being confused. 

“I mean at least I won’t have to tell him.” she said shaking her head. Loki lifted a single sculpted black eyebrow. “You know, I won’t have to tell him how you tricked him into missing his own wedding day. How it caused a huge scene, humiliating him in front of the All Father and the entire court of the Æsir. And then, how in front of his family, and his friends, at his own wedding, I married that man instead.” She paused for effect, allowing Loki to contemplate that a moment. “You’re right, I’d rather not have to break that news to him. Can you even imagine how humiliating that will be?”

Loki was still for a moment, and then the corner of his mouth began to drift upward. “Oh, no my dear. You are right, that’s much better.” He turned and strode away to her toward the corner of the cell, addressing the Crimson Hawks who had been standing back, eavesdropping no doubt. “Tell Heimdall to cast his eye toward Svartalfheim. He should find your man there. If he didn’t die falling through the portal, or succumb to something on the planet.” Loki chuckled to himself. The guards left to find their fallen comrade. And they were left alone.

“Thank you” said Sigyn, some of the tightness dissipating from her chest. 

“Are you happy now?’ Loki asked.

Sigyn narrowed her eyes and stepped towards him “Am I happy now?” she parroted back her hand balling back into a fist. All her previous rage flooding to the forefront. Loki instinctually took a step back, his eyes flicking toward the hand that had slapped him with earlier. “You humiliated me, that was mortifying. That was possibly the worst thing anyone has ever done to me.”

Loki face contorted suddenly into confusion. “But, you said yes? You still married me?” 

“Of course I married you. If you had just spoken to me, but once, anytime during the months we’d spent together, before I ended up in front of the All Father. If you had given me any indication that...” the words were getting stuck in her throat now, fresh tears on her cheeks.  “If you had said anything, anything at all about how you fel...” she cleared her throat to choke back a sob. “But no, talking to me like a peer, a person would have been too difficult. Instead you come up with some grand scheme to get your way. Consequences to others be damned. You arrogant emotionally stunted child!”

“You wouldn’t have married him. If I had but asked you not to?” his voice was quiet. An innocent honesty to it as he searched her face, so profoundly uncharacteristic and sincere. 

Sigyn felt the angry leave her body, she let it go with a breath. “I wouldn't have married him.” her reply was simple. 

It was all she needed to say. He closed the distance between then so quickly Sigyn barely noticed and then his lips were on hers. He pulled her in tightly, arms warping around her back. She leaned into him, her hands finding his dark hair and kissed him back, just as hard.   

#sigyn #loki x sigyn #logyn #lokixsigyn #sigyn fanfiction #loki fanfiction

[twiststreet]

As a fan of manga (mostly everything Tezuka), I'm intrigued by your comments about One Piece, but my assumption is it HAS to be at least PRETTY GOOD to be as popular as it is and to have run as long as it has. I'd be interested in more detailed posts about it, as well as how you recommend reading it, if you do. On a somewhat related note, today I started reading all of Batman. Planning to go from 1939 to 1999, when I first picked up the comics.

Whoops I wrote a lot; sorry:

I’m 615 chapters in out of 1000 (and in the middle of the Fish-Man Island saga which I think fans rank as either the worst or second-worst arc)(the other worst one, this bad tournament arc, I’ve already gotten past)... so I guess I have a lot to say, but you know, nothing especially original, just...

There’s a stretch (namely, the Water 7 arc all the way through Marineford) that is a hall of fame stretch.  He drops like 5-6 arcs that just land perfect right in row (though it’s hard to imagine it ever reaching the heights of the second arc in that series, Ennies Lobby ever again).  But that being said, it’s a little funny to tell anyone “Oh it takes 150 chapters to get really good” (that’s at least 2000+ pages of comics) let alone, that the A+ stuff starts 300 chapters in.  A chapter of One Piece only takes a minutes or so to read, if that, but it’s still a big ask.  People used to get angry if you told them that Deadwood only gets good after 3-4 hours, so... 

But that stretch is ... not “life-affirming” but... it touches a very old part of my brain in a very satisfying way.  

I had a whole long post I deleted because I thought it was boring, but... when I was into classical American superhero comics, the thing I’d constantly be nerdiest about is that there was this Great Possibility, to do something truly epic in that space which I didn’t think had been done.  There’s been a few novels (Watchmen, the Enigma) but not that many.  And American superhero comics don’t really have a Lord of the Rings or a Star Wars or, an example for me as a kid even though I hadn’t read all the books was the Gunslinger books (or sure, The Stand if The Stand had maybe a different ending?  I don’t know-- I’m not watching the TV show but I don’t really remember that ending fondly).  The epic driven by a creator who is creating his own personal mythology, basically.  Most of the genre is tied to pre-existing universes which foreclose that as a possibility and people who work outside those universes tend to just make shit like that Peter Cannon thing or Supreme or whatever that comments back on those universes...

Maybe you could argue the Hickman X-Men thing but for me, everyone after Claremont on X-Men is just inheriting so much from Claremont that... It means very little to me. It’s not a personal mythology. Same with Crisis.  The closest to me comics came was Kirby with the 4th World, but... Carmine Infantino shut that down. And the Claremont run itself is ... an interesting discussion, but again, Bob Harras.  But back before Watchmen 2, back when I thought comics could be this thing that improve over time (haha), I’d look for that (or for any ambition!  any!) and just gave up as time went on.  The careerist generation came in; the ambitions shrank even further; etc., to where I’m at now where my attitude generally with comics is “that’s nice; who care; so, is your wife dating anyone right now, what’s her story?”  

But then One Piece ... One Piece, of all things, becomes this epic thing!  And it’s great!  I was right that it would be great!!!  I was right! (My favorite thing to be!).  

Not at first-- at first the formula is “Wacky Pirates go to an Island, they find out something sad is going on in the Island, a character acting extremely emotional causes the biggest fight possible which goes on for 50 chapters, and then they leave the island and maybe take someone with them.”  And that’s a lot of big arcs... until little by little, tiny bit by tiny bit, Oda’s built up this world.  And then that world starts to become the story.  And that’s still kind of the formula but... but then they’re stakes.

The archetypal shonen cliche story is “a boy wants to be the best in the world at something”, right, but what One Piece does (and I haven’t read as much as other people so I don’t know how common this is, I haven’t read Naruto or Bleach, neither of which I’m too excited to check out, though i think david brothers vouches for Bleach heavy so I’ll probably give that one a shot), what One Piece does is sees how that would necessarily become a political struggle eventually.  Because what does it mean to be the best in the world at something when there’s an entire world out there already in operation, and built around you not being the best in the world, built around someone else being that...

And then there’s just this amount of worldbuilding that goes on, that is so slowly fed out over those first 300 episodes that you don’t even notice it... Until suddenly around Water 7, these bigger forces have now noticed our wacky pirates, and are shifting around them and getting upset about them.  Culminating in this arc called Marineford that ... again not as good as Ennies Lobby but... I don’t think there’s a comparable arc in American comics to Marineford.  The scale of that one... The fact he managed to draw that on a weekly basis!

While still being a goofy kid’s pirate comic.  It’s funny.  The power sets are all really silly, but in a way that reminds of how kids play more than a Dragonball thing.  (He takes like 400-500 chapters to even get to a Dragonball-style levelling up concept, which I thought was pretty patient of him).  But within that, I’m enjoying it now in a very Claremont way of... there now not just being these scrappy outcast heroes I’m rooting for, but an entire universe of people around them, with their own agendas, that I have varying levels of investment in.

There’s this saying that the Golden Age of science fiction is 12 years old, the idea being that’s the age where stuff lands with you the hardest because it’s all NEW for you.  But the thing is if you’re really immature (lifts hand)... I think part of things is you run out of the Good Stuff.  I go back and look at old Chris Claremont X-Mens and if I somehow find one I’ve never read before (and this was the lesson of Dazzler in Hollywood for me), I’m still right there, it still lands with me, there just aren’t that many people who can actually land that plane.  Once Scorcese is gone, what gangster movies are people going to be watching?  Blow?  Savages?  Kubrick only made the movies he made.  People add a little every year, but the really good stuff is rare.  

And so when I’m looking at One Piece and I’m enjoying it the way I’d enjoy a Claremont X-men comic (even if aesthetically it’s a VERY different thing-- sexless and not as weirdo-operatic and less violent and more childish and definitely younger-skewing)... but that I’m getting that same thrill of “oh this comic is a portal to this entire fictional universe this guy made up and that kind of exists now thanks to this (kinda disturbing I guess it turns out) guy” to me is...  Not “life affirming” that’s not the right word but... It feels good on my brain to know.  Because then being sour and grouchy isn’t just me getting older and the inevitability of age-- then it’s just... People need to make better shit!!!  Or I need to do a better job not wasting my time on, you know, an industry that’s not built to deliver what I need as a reader...

I mean, I’ve been saying for more than 10 years, I should just quit American comics and just be one of those guys to switch to manga.  And I’m not 100% there because... I mean, because of Copra and because of like an extremely small list of things that aren’t Copra.  (I just signed for Kate Beaton’s Patreon).  But... I’m 95% there, and it’s been great, and I just feel dumb for not having done it earlier.  

One Piece has big problems, too.  (There’s a whole “Sanji meets drag queens” thing that’s very much not landing with me right now).   I don’t think you can ever top Ennies Lobby because Ennies Lobby is about convincing a suicidal person whose been betrayed their whole life that life’s worth fighting for-- there’s never going to be an emotional engine to the story that’s as good as that one.  It’s trying to work its way back to a “normal One Piece story” in this Fish arc and it’s... I want to see it level up again!  The core cast is just a little too big (it really didn’t need Bones).  I think the shonen model generally creates a sort of “power arms race” where it’s like constantly “oh you learned how to crush mountains with your dick in the last arc?  Well, too bad our mountains are made of diamonds now” escalations that ... feel a little like a treadmill as opposed to a story.  I feel like it needs to kick into a Second Act, after the big ending of that first Act at Marineford.  And just... I don’t know how it can keep topping some of these fights, and think it’d get to be diminishing returns to find out. But... 

A “team of buddies versus the world” is already a great thing for a story to be about, and it’s just really satisfying having One Piece having the “the world” part of that equation being so complicated and varied and colorful.  It’s like if the Ocean’s 11 gang had to rob an overwhelming-more-powerful global crime syndicate, with multiple competing factions, while still convincing Julia Roberts to love them-- they just robbed Andy Garcia and I watch that movie like once a year.

(And thematically, the comic-- it’s not deep, but it’s basically got an anti-authoritarian streak to it, which I think is important for a kid comic to have.  It’s a pirate comic and you can’t really do a pirate comic without being like “fuck the cops” at least a little bit.  The pirate thing is interesting because it basically means that there’s always a discussion going on about what it means to be free, though I think sometimes the comic doesn’t really reckon with that-- it sometimes falls back into “well if there was a good monarch though” thinking... but there being good pirates and bad pirates and good government characters and bad ones, I like that... and the very worst characters just being rich assholes... yeah, good lessons in One Piece for the kids!!). 

That and I just like how that dude draws.  He’s not doing some dreary realism thing-- the layouts are fun without being showy or confusing-- he really improves as the series goes on (though some of the recent stuff I’ve seen hasn’t looked as good, but I’m not sure if I’m seeing low-quality scans or he’s been thrown a loop cause of COVID or what).  I’ll always put up with a boring stretch in a comic if someone, like, crosshatches an arm in a way that I find interesting, so that probably distorts how I read One Piece too...

I could go on and on, basically because ... goddamn, what else do I have to talk about, ughhh.  But yeah: that’s why I think it’s popular-- it’s the worldbuilding.  It’s 100% the worldbuilding.  (By which I’d include that it has this massive cast, that i can keep kinda clear in my head, not all of whom want the same things, etc.)(though also geographically-- there are maps and everything)... But recommend it?  I don’t know-- I mean... It’s a little kid’s pirate comic.  There’s a THOUSAND of them.  It’s more modern than a Tezuka thing-- it’s jumping off more from Toriyama than Tezuka, and that’s a different vibe. It’s like not something you can just “recommend”-- it’s a major time sink.  I’d recommend Chainsaw Man first to someone with my age and background because even though it has its own flaws, it’s more “age appropriate” and there are only 90 chapters, and it’s got that rad stretch about 20 chapters in so you see the “good part” faster... 

#one piece #Worst Hobby or Worstest Hobby?

[sporadic-writer]

Welcome to the Neighborhood pt. 2

Note: ok so I know that not all of the boys, meaning both twins, live with the others. And I know my update schedule sucks but I go in a block and funk. Sorry guys. I just want you to read something I would read and truly enjoy. Also, I think I may make this a Haz fic bc ones about hin deserves more love and notes.

No one really reads these but I also think I'll write this for Harrison bc when Tom posted the pic of Nadia, it shattered the illusion in my head lol and it feels weird to a certain extent to write when he is most likely dating her. Don't get me wrong, I'm so happy for him and he doesn't know I exist, but it feels odd idk. So im pausing on Tom stuff atm lol. Harrison is single as far as publicly that ik so thats that 😅

Pairing: Harrison x Reader (most likely)

Warnings: mentions of weed, alcohol, and swearing. I enjoy all these things responsibly and ik im not the only one. As always stop reading if you dont like something.

Part 1 here initial teaser here (got around 100 notes soo 😎 check that out)

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“Alrighty boys. That’s enough about me, tell me about yourselves. I only know this one from the big screen and that 2 of you are brothers.” You gestured to Tom as you spoke about him. “And from basic eavesdropping I gather you are all very close.” 

Tom smiled, “Actually I’m a brother to the twins, older obviously.” It was fun having a celeb lounging in your hot tub, drinking a beer with you. “But yeah I am an actor, Spider-Man as you probably know. Harrison’s an actor too!”

“Oh my god you are! I watched Catch-22 on Hulu! Comedy my ass..! I balled my eyes out several times.” He had the nerve to laugh in response. “Don’t laugh! That shit got intense quick. Then the shot where you all are swimming? Killed me. I don't know how I didn't notice you. Sorry!”

“Did you at least like it?” He smiled and asked hopefully. When you nodded yes he beamed! “Well then that’s all that matters. I will say an American accent is hard.”

You brought your beer up to your lips. “Yeah because your guys’ accent is so easy. You make fun of how different areas in America have different accents but it’s the same here!” They nodded in agreement at your words. You leaned your head back a tad and enjoyed the warm water. “Southern accents have different twangs bepending on the area, I have family that lives closer to New England, that's something all in its own. Just like here. You got London, Wales, some place called Essex and other places more north of here. It's not just the US." You reached over for your joint to finish it amongst the bubbles. "Now for real. Tell me about yourselves. Harrison you start I guess."

"Why me?"

"Shorter wikipedia page." You smirk as you re-lit your herb. The guys laughed and made 'ooh' noises to tease. "I'm kidding! Relax a touch. I just picked your name because you are right in front of me."

"Well I've known this lot since we were all kids. Tom and I went to school together and we have been stuck with each other since. I was his personal assistant for a while too." You listened as he spoke. Sweat was building up on his face from the hot tub. It added a nice shine to his, and everyone's faces. In order to avoid makeup running everywhere you sat up as you listened to him. You watched his eyes watch your movements as you took a hit and slowly exhaled. Almost like he was relaxing from watching someone relax from getting high without actually doing so. He kept going and you realized you zoned out a tad. "And then I wanted to do more than just model so I did more auditions and Catch-22 became my biggest so far."

You nodded, noting you heard and were listening. "That's cool and all but tell me like favorite song, movie, animal! Hahaha it isn't everyday famous people are in my hot tub. I'm going to savor this first encounter!" He smiled and answered your sort of questions. You offered the joint around before it finished. Tom passed, Tuwaine and Harrison took quick hits though. "But yeah that is me. Now someone else go so I don't have the spot light on me anymore." He looked at you as he said that and handed you the last bit. You winked in thanks, and to flirt lightly. (Shoot your shot right?) "Same questions to you love."

You responded your favorite song, movie, and color to him. "Yeah I like a bit of everything. But funny movies are my favorite. Obviously I like Marvel too Tom don't worry. Same goes for music but my preference ranges from new pop to older rock. I grew up on 80s alternative pop stuff." You smiled at him and he beamed in pride at the brand he represented. "Ok Sam you now."

Sam starts talking about his life and Harrison goes to grab more drinks. At this point the sun as almost finished setting and you tell the blonde how to turn the deck lights on. Soon the rows of edison bulbs flick on and a lovely mood is set. The glow isn't too bright and adds a nice light to your summer tanned skin. What you don't know is that the gentlemen appreciated the glow as well. However, they are too polite to say anything too bold after just meeting you.

If you could read minds or be sober enough to detect a certain lack of subtlety you would pick up on how the single men checked you out as you got out of the tub to get rid of the roach. Polite of course, 20 something men are going to appreciate a beautiful American girl right in front of them.

And if they could read your mind they would hear how you were taking in Tom and Harrison's jaw lines and toned muscles. How you appreciated Tuwaine's smile and height. Then add the twin's curls and freckles to the list and they'd think you were picking them like boys from a catalogue. Despite the slight oggling on your part, your eyes always wandered back to the blonde hair blue eyed boy the most. He seemed a little more laid back then Tom. Probably just because one was working more than the other, but that was just initial vibes you got. Regardless of vain appearance choices and vibe preference, all these boys were wonderful and you were just lucky enough your uncle's hot tub fit them all nicely.

Tuwaine smiled cheekily and spoke up. "Alright, we all have fresh drinks and proper buzzes. Let's make it fun and play a game. So Y/N, you went to college in the states, give us a classic drinking game and show us what you got."

"Ha! I don't know what you're looking for but I assume never have I ever is universal? You can't play kings or flip cup in a hit tub. Hold up 5 fingers, put them down if you've done said thing, drink as well."

"No fingers, just play till we are right pissed." Harry grinned and everyone else went along with it. "I will start. Never have I ever- wait this a normal game or sexy version?"

You said you didn't care and Tom said what the hell, so he continued. "Never have I ever gotten walked in on during a scandelous activity." Tom and Harrison both drank and groaned saying they have both walked in on each other at some point in life. Tuwaine continued.

"Never have I ever fooled around while someone else is in the room." There was a pause and no one drank. But then you rose your beer to your lips and they all looked at you in a manner of surprise and demand for explination.

Shrugging you said, "Old drunken hookup in school. We didn't know his roommate was in his top bunk asleep until it was too late. The mistake we made was keeping on going when we thought we heard him, because we did..."

"Wow Y/N. Learning a lot about the neighbor girl right away!"

"Shut up this game was your idea!" You laughed as you spoke in response to his teasing. "But whatever it's my turn now anyway. Never have I ever sent a dirty text to the wrong person." That got all but Harrison and you felt proud for getting them. "Alright so you are either morons or were in a rush to send that sext."

Tom defended himself saying her name was Sam and it was instant regret the second he realized.

Sam glared at him and said, "Yeah no one enjoyed that bro. I'm still shaken up about it."

"Get over yourself it was like 5 years ago! And you accidentally sent your friend Jake one, so pot, kettle, hi both black."

"It was detailed!"

You just sat there amused taking this all in. "I am so glad this happened tonight." You said more to yourself than them.

"Darling if this ends up in the tabloids we will never speak again." They were teasing with the threat. "But come on this is good let's keep going. Never have I ever done it in a car." You, Sam, and Tuwaine all drank and giggled.

The game continued on and another round of drinks were had. You learned Tuwaine had said the wrong name in bed. Also, that both Harry and Harrison have fooled around during family functions. In return they learned that you've hooked up in a college classroom and in a restaurant bathroom. That ended up getting you and your former boyfriend kicked out of the establishment. Towards the final round all were getting sleepier but still in a good mood.

"Never have I ever had sex high." Harrison challenged the group. No one drank. "Wait really? Thought I'd get you with that. Finish your beer and all." He looked at you as he spoke.

"Nope. Just never happened now that I've thought about it. Huh. You'd think right? But nope. Not that I'm opposed." You ended your statement by glancing his way while finishing your beer anyway. Harrison just watched the way your neck moved as you tilted your head back. "Ok boys this was fun but I am gettin tired."

Tom nodded. "Same here. Thank you for having us darling, it was fun!" The others spoke in agreement and you smiled at them saying they were welcomed back anytime. They offered to help clean but you grabbed the remaining bottles and told them you were good. After final goodbyes, you told them to not he strangers, you were all in your respective homes.

You went to bed pretty quick. Next door, at their place Tom, Harrison, and Sam lingered to get some water before bed. "She was really cool." Sam said while sipping water.

Harrison hummed in agreement. "Yeah I think so too. Very chill and all that."

Sam smirked and playfully said, "You just think she's fit mate." There was a pause.

"Well she is." It was Tom who said that and the others looked at him in playful shock. "What I'm not blind! She is! She's isn't some shy girl freaking out over us. She's cheeky and just seems normal about us living next to her. More Harrison's type though I'd say."

Sam laughed. "Yeah he always liked the classic American 'girl next door' type. Just a bonus she is actually American this time." They paused for Harrison to negate their statements but he just sipped his water and looked at them with a glint in his eyes. "Told you." Sam said as he took a sip. "She is better than half the models either of you bring back. Nuerons fire and she can keep a conversation. Not that all models are like that! But come on you went out with some stereotypes." Neither could disagree. Sometimes you just want to have a date with the beautiful face. Long term needs substance though, and both Tom and Harrison thought you had it all.

"We need to invite her over tomorrow, and any time she's free." Groundwork was to be established and Harrison was determined to get to know you more.

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[all-sortsa-stuff]

A new start, part 8

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2697

Warning: Smutish stuff

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 The dream had been wonderful.  You were swinging on the tire swing out back of your parents’ house.  The sun was warming your face as you looked up towards the sky.  It was a beautiful day and the world was right.  A brief tickle of the grass grazed your foot as you continued to swing. You felt like you could do this forever. Another tickle passed over your other foot this time lingering longer.  After a moment it switched back to the opposite foot.  This drew you from the dream and slowly back to the reality of the soft bed.  There was another tickle on your foot but this time you giggled quietly as you stretched out.  A warm hand wrapped around your ankle.  Light fingers started to trail up your leg.  “Is there a reason I am awake now when I could still be asleep?”

Chris laughed as he crawled up next to you.  He kissed your cheeks, then forehead, nose, then finally your lips.  “I figured we could get some late breakfast then head out. That and I wanted to kiss you.”  

“Mmmm well I don’t mind that so much.”  Laughing you pulled him close and kissing him long.  Initially you did it to tease him, but now it was having the same effect on you. As you wrapped your arms around his neck, you found that he was shirtless.  Damn man and his beautiful body.  Your hands moved down his muscular back.  Chris inhaled quickly as he was not expecting that response.  His lips moved down your neck kissing and sucking lightly.  “Ahhh.”

He smiled against your neck as his hand skimmed over your hip and up your side.  His lips returned to capture yours as his thumb teased the side of your breast.  Your hands moved down over his ass giving both cheeks a good squeeze, causing him to pull back and laugh.  “Getting a good feel?”

“Oh yes.  I’ve wanted to see how firm they were.”

“Is that so?  What do you think now?”

“They are nice.” Chris grinned down at you.

“Just nice?  Damn I better do more squats.  Captain America needs an ass that is better than ‘nice.’”

You giggled as you stole another kiss before crawling out from under him.  “Your ass is amazing.  All the Captain America fans are going to swoon as soon as you flash it on screen in that suit.”  

Chris groaned as he tried to pull you back down into bed.  “Come on, we have plenty of time before we have to be anywhere.  I was having fun.”

You made sure to stay just outside of his reach as you looked for your clothes for the day.  “Oh no handsome.  You said breakfast and I’m hungry.”

  After a big breakfast of pancakes and bacon, as he promised, the two of you set off on the highway for Tennessee.  You had told Chris before about your love of country music but he was given a front row seat to you singing along to the radio as you drove.  He leaned back against the car window as he watched you sing “Bottoms Up” by Brantley Gilbert, there was a wide smile on his face.  The way you let loose and were yourself in front of him, it made him care for you even more.  There you sat without a bit of makeup, your hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, singing at the top of your lungs without a care.  It was only a matter of time before he would have to tell you how he was completely under your spell.

The rest of the car ride passed with many more smiles and laughs.  You both getting to know the other more than before.  Stories told and jokes shared.  By the time you pulled up to the house, it was growing dark.  It did not take much time for you to unload the car of your belongings and bring them all in the house.  Chris was looking through the fridge for something to drink when he heard someone open the sliding door behind him.  “[Y/N] you around?  Damn. Sorry you are definitely not [Y/N].  You must be the boyfriend.”

Chris turned to see Jake standing there.  You came around the corner spotting your brother standing just inside the door. “Jeez Jake I have been home like five minutes.  Barging in already?  Jake this is Chris, Chris this is my nosey ass brother Jake.”  

Jake walked over, both men shook hands.  “Just wanted to know if you wanted to see the horse, since I was over here feeding them. Didn’t know you were bringing someone. If I had I would have waited.  I wouldn’t want to find y’all all naked and such.”

Rolling your eyes you pushed your brother’s shoulder.  “You are such a pain.  Some of us can actually control ourselves.”

“Maybe, but at least I’m not a prude.”  You groaned slapping him this time.  Chris laughed watching the interaction between you and Jake.  “You want to see her or not?  I want to get home sometime tonight.”

“Yes I want to see her. Just stop trying to embarrass me.” Jake smirked at you as he walked back out the sliding door.  You slipped your hand in Chris’s, following your brother to the barn.  

“Mom doesn’t know you brought anyone with you, does she?”  Shaking your head, you tried to look innocent.  “Didn’t think so.  She would have told the whole town if you had.”

“Why do you think I didn’t tell her?”  

The new horse was stalled next to the other two horses.  She was a beautiful midnight black with a small white spot on her forehead.  Coming right to the door when she heard the voices, she stuck her head over the stall door to see.  You were in love instantly.  Letting her smell your hand first, you did not want to spook her.  Once she seemed satisfied, she bumped your hand as though she were looking for something.  “You spoil her already that she is looking for a treat?”

“I didn’t spoil her any more than I do the other two.”  Boots and Talladega neighed in the background when they heard your voice.  Both coming over for their treats as well.  Chris walked over to Boots mirroring what you had done with the new one, letting her sniff his hand.  Boots bumped his hand wanting what she thought she deserved. He pet her nose lightly smiling.

“Well aren’t you a pretty thing.”  She responded with another, harder, bump.  Both you and Jake laughed.

“There’s a reason her name is ‘Bossy Boots’.  She tells you what she wants and won’t do anything she don’t want to.”  Jake nudged Boots before walking over to pull three apples out of the bucket across from the stalls.

You turned your attention back to the new horse.  “She have a name?”  Jake shook his head as he fed Talladega.

“Nope.  Figured you would want to find something that fit her. Though I am kinda partial to Appleblossom.  Found her when I was going past the orchards off Mason Road.”  As you looked at her, you thought it fit.  Pretty name for a pretty girl.

“Alright then, Appleblossom it is.  Apple for short.”  The next hour you all cleaned up the barn and the stalls.  Chris jumped right in, offering to help.  With the three of you it took far less time than it usually did.  Jake went home for the night, promising not to tell your mother about Chris.  It left the two of you alone for the night.  You made an easy dinner and showed Chris to the guest room.  Throughout the day, you had been thinking about allowing him to sleep in the bed with you but it felt like it would cause too much pressure to have sex.  In the end, you knew it would happen when it happened and that Chris would wait until you were ready.  It just made it difficult at first to fall asleep, especially thinking about this morning.

 With it being your first day home, you wanted to sleep in.  The movie was done and there were no time constraints.  Just spending time with Chris and eventually have him meet the rest of your family.  You were lazily still in bed staring up at the ceiling as you were sprawled out under the covers.  Nothing like coming home to your bed after months away.  Chris had been up for a little bit; you had heard him walking down the hall then down the stairs a little bit ago.  The smell of coffee started to creep into the room in an attempt to pry you from your bed.

He was sat at the kitchen island with a cup as he read one of the newspapers that was there. Clothed in nothing more than a pair of gym shorts, your mother found him as she came over to welcome you home.  “Baby girl you up… Oh goodness gracious.  That girl did not tell me she brought you home with her.  She deserves a good paddle for that one.”

Chris nearly spit out his coffee as he laughed.  “Umm sorry ma’am.  I… well [Y/N] is upstairs... still sleeping…”

“I can one reason why she likes you.  Good manners. I like that too.  But it’s good to meet you in person now.  I’m Gini [Y/L/N].”  He shook her hand trying to wipe the coffee that had made its way to his chin.

“Chris Evans, ma’am.”

“Welcome Chris.  Glad you came with her.  Her daddy and I wanted to meet you.  Though make sure he don’t see you like this.”  He had forgotten that he was shirtless, his cheeks turning a lovely shade of red.

“It’s not… we aren’t…” Gini held up a hand to stop him.

“I don’t mind as long as y’all are being safe and using something.  I want grandbabies someday but after they are married.  Don’t be like Eli and me.  My Jake was born eight months after our wedding.”  She smirked knowingly.  Your brain had not fully woken up by the time you made it downstairs. So the complete shock of seeing your mother talking to your shirtless boyfriend took a moment to process.

“Mom?!  What are you doing here?”  The smile on your mom’s face and the pink on Chris’s cheeks was not a good sign.

“Morning baby girl. Just talking to Chris.  Telling him to make sure y’all are being safe in bed.” If you could have shriveled into nothingness, you would have welcomed it.

“Sweet baby Jesus, mother. I swear to God that if you scare him off…”

“I’m not going to scare him off.  Isn’t that right Chris?”  He looked more mortified than you did.

“Umm I think I am going to go put a shirt on.”  Scooting past you with a kiss on your cheek he all but ran upstairs.

“Mother…”

“Oh [Y/N/N] he is something to look at that is for sure.  Definitely some beautiful babies.”

“Mom we haven’t slept together yet.”  She looked over at you, as though you had grown an extra head over night.

“Why the sam hell not? You can’t tell me you don’t feel something for him.  Because that is just obvious.”  You groaned rubbing your face.  There was no way you were going to make it through this conversation without coffee.

“I’m trying to take my time. Look what happened last time I rushed things.”

“That is completely different.  This boy ain’t nothin’ like David.”  Even your mother could see how different this was, even from the little time meeting Chris.

“I know mom.  I just want it to be right.”

“Fine.  But that boy is… well I can see why they picked him for Captain America.”  She winked at you as she started walking towards the door.  “Anyway, dinner tonight girl.  ‘Round six and bring a pie.  Daddy has been itching for one.”

“Yes, ma’am.”  Chris came back down as you were sipping at your coffee mug.

“Is it safe?”  You laughed because he had no idea what was in store for dinner that night.

  The morning and afternoon consisted of you showing Chris around your land.  You introduced him to the goats and went for a walk by the pond. By five-thirty, you were finished getting ready before you pulled the peanut butter pie you had made out of the fridge.  Chris was quiet as you walked hand in hand to your parents out.  “You okay?”  He looked over with a brief smile.

“I’m just hoping your dad likes me.”  Squeezing his hand gently, you kissed his cheek.

“My dad is going to like you.  Don’t worry. He is really laid back.  Just don’t talk football with him.”  He laughed as you bumped his hip.

Your father was seated out on the porch as you walked up.  “Heya daddy.”

“Evening sugar.  Mom told me you were bringing a friend. Figured I’d wait out here so she doesn’t meddle.”  He held his hand out to Chris as you climbed the stairs.

“Eli [Y/L/N].  Nice to meet you.”

“Chris Evans sir.  Very glad to meet you.  [Y/N] has told me all about you.”  

“I’m sure my girl has. Oh pie… you just made my night.”  Eli took the pie from Chris before walking quickly in the house.  “Gotta put it in the fridge make sure it don’t melt before I get to it.”

Chris seemed to relax a bit as you followed into the house.  Jake was already there setting the table as your mother told him to.  Thankfully, your mother behaved herself through dinner. She asked about Chris’s family and home life.  Jake saved him after a little while asking your mother about when the county fair was coming and if she was making preserves for it this year.  That had her on a tangent for a good thirty minutes. Enough to have dinner finish up and the table cleared.  Your mother smiled bigger than you had ever seen when Chris helped you clean up then wash the dishes.  That was a good sign.

Not long after your father asked Chris to join him outside on the porch for a talk.  There was a flash of fear in Chris’s eyes but you gave him an encouraging smile.  At least with your father there was little risk of him embarrassing you.  When they were out on the porch alone, your father took a seat in his chair and looked over the pond.  “Does my girl know you love her?”  He obviously did not beat around the bush.  Chris was not expecting that question.

“Uh no sir.  I haven’t told her yet.”  Eli gave him that lazy smile.

“You do love her though. I was watching you.  You light up anytime she is in the room.  That’s the way it should be.  I’m still like that with Gini.  That woman is my world.  Though, God knows she pushes my buttons at times.  I still love her more every day.  [Y/N] is a strong woman.  She deserves a good and strong man.  She doesn’t need savin’.  Just needs someone who will let her shine.  ‘Cause my girl shines whether she tries to or not.  Takes a strong man to be able to do that.”  Chris grinned as he looked down at his clasped hands.

“Yes sir she does.  I’m just happy she lets me stay around.  I don’t feel like I’m good enough for her.”

“I ain’t gonna lie. No one is good enough for my baby girl. But I like you.  She walked up tonight smiling all bright.  You made that happen.  So if it happens that you end up part of this family I won’t be upset. Come on now, let’s get some of that pie before that greedy son of mine tries and eats it all.  It’s good stuff.”

They shook hands once more as they walked into the house.  Just looking at the relief on Chris’s face, you knew it went well.  It was good to know Chris had won over everyone in your family just as he had you.  Not that there was any doubt.

Part 9

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[frankunn-cain]

Rules: you must answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

hi um @yoshifics tagged me in this thing so i’m gonna answer some things (thank you for thinking of me)

tagging: @freckledandspectacled @toriirdz @frank-myhero-iero @smut-smut-in-the-butt @talkriddletome @xhanac @completelychris @neverland-in-space @preasylumtrager @sirachas @partygoul321 @flux–and–flow 

 the last … 

 1. drink: herbal tea. yep, I’m a tea hoe

2. phone call: My dad, he told me my grandma’s sister died. I’ve only met her once, but it’s really affecting my grandma

 3. text message: to my brother, I’m trying to build a 3D printer

4. song you listened to: I Don’t Love You by My Chemical Romance… ok I’m a bit emo. I was sad leave me alone :p

5. time you cried: early june. my school isn’t letting me go to graduation.. i thought i’d get over it, but it’s still hitting me

6. dated someone twice: no?

7. kissed someone and regretted it: ya i guess. i enjoyed it, but i really shouldn’t have

8. been cheated on: well i hope not

9. lost someone special: they didn’t die (if that’s what this is asking), but a good friend just ghosted me out of nowhere idk

10. been depressed: ye been a constant thing for awhile :)

 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: haven’t thrown up because of it

favorite colors… 

12. light pale blue

13.  holographic black (idk if this counts lol)

14. slightly darker than blood red

in the last year have you… 

15. made new friend: ye i think so

16. fallen out of love: idk relationships are so confusing

17. laughed until you cried: once? maybe?

18. found out someone was talking about you: ya :/ idk how to deal with that

19. met someone who changed you: ya, they’ve helped me grow

20. found out who your friends are: ya. when i came out my friend groups treated me strangely.. so kinda had to find a new one

21. kissed someone on your facebook list: Yes. If by facebook list you mean we’re friends on facebook

general

 22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: Pretty much all of them? i don’t use facebook really 

23. do you have any pets: ya, i got a bearded dragon named Smaug and a pup named Bailey. I kinda share my best friends cats (3 hypatia, ozzy, and achilles) because I spend so much time at their house (my situation at my house isn’t so great)

24. do you want to change your name: Yes i absolutely hate my birth name :)

 25. what did you do for your last birthday: had dinner with my boss idk i wanted to not be around my family

26. what time did you wake up: like noon. I’m jetlagged and i feel like a bum 

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: playing a new game i bought from the steam sale when i should’ve been drawing oops

28. name something you can’t wait for: a safe feeling :) i rly need to get away from my house. i get nightmares a lot and idk what to do

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: today

31. what are you listening to right now: sense8 on netflix a friend told me to. it’s p good

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: Does Thomas count? If so yes. I know one from this space thing and one at school

33. something that is getting on your nerves: myself 

34. most visited website: this one? or youtube? 

35. hair colour: Black. i wanna try dying it

36. long or short hair: Short. one side is shaved rn

37. do you have a crush on someone: idk feelings are complicated

 38. what do you like about yourself: mm yikes. some stuff i’ve made i’m proud of

39. piercings: just my ears. i really wanted snake bites for a long time lol 

40. blood type: O- 

 41. nickname: pear, oswald, ozzie, peari, oz (insert pear emoji here) 

42. relationship status: relationships are confusing don’t talk to me 

43. zodiac: chinese: golden dragon, asrological: taurus i think

44. pronouns: he/ him

45. favourite tv show: (im gonna list a few) GOTHAM!! i’m in so deep man. it’s the only show i’ve watched air. Danny phantom, Avatar: the last airbender, Durarara, Soul Eater, sense8 (idk tho i haven’t finished), star trek: the next generation, shameless, sherlock, doctor who, great british baking show, chopped, merlin, magicians, ouran high school host club, series of unfortunate events, kill la kill, TEEN TITANS

46. tattoos: nope, but i reeeeally want some

47. right or left handed: Right-handed, but i can draw with both

48. surgery: not yet, but i need one soon

49. piercing: repeat?

50. sport: i did rowing in high school

51. vacation: i really want to go to a lot of places in asia (japan again, south korea, taiwan, tahiti )

52. pair of trainers: shoes? ya i have running shoes

more general 

53. eating: i like asian and mexican food

54. drinking: tea!!! (bubble tea too) slushies, apple juice, milk

55. i’m about to: try finishing the 3D printer, hopefully draw

56. waiting for: fulfillment idk i’m kinda a mess rn 

57. want: okie doki, a lot. security in the future, not to worry about money, a cat, surgery, time, clothes, better mental state, relationships i feel absolutely safe about

58. get married: yo man, that’s scary 

59. career: working in stop-motion animation

60. hugs or kisses: i like both in different contexts. hugs can be with more people, but still i hate strangers hugging me. making out is like v great tho :0

61. lips or eyes: Can I say both again? eyes can be so friggin cool tbh. irises are so complex and can like dilate an shit??? but mouths have so many different shapes????? im smitten bro

62. shorter or taller: either

63. older or younger: either? in a dating context i usually like older people. (I’ve had the biggest crush on my english teacher, sorry Mr. Rossen)

64. nice arms or nice stomach: i feel like those are weird things to pin against? why not arms or legs? but I guess arms? you ever see a guy with nice arms and you like omg strangle me. mkay just me (no one is gonna read this far)

65. hook up or relationship: i’m uh kinda asexual so i wouldn’t have hook up sex? but make out and stuff sure, but I’d rather have a healthy relationship because u can do nasty stuff and cuddly/ domestic stuff

66. troublemaker or hesitant: i’m a chaotic neutral, i’ll hesitate if i’m not sure of the outcome 

67. kissed a stranger: Nope

68. drank hard liquor: Ye but i’d rather mix it with stuff

69. lost glasses/contact lenses: ya my mom was so mad i felt terrible :(((

70. turned someone down: I guess? i was in a relationship and he was being pushy??

71. sex on the first date: no I could not 

72. broken someone’s heart: i do not know. i hope not. i’m sorry dude

73. had your heart broken: when I came out to my parents

74. been arrested: Nope 

75. cried when someone died: ya…this dude in my grade died recently. i saw him the day before.

76. fallen for a friend: ya i think 

do you believe in … 

77. yourself: HAHAHAHA 

78. miracles: yo idk i wish

79. love at first sight: not really? but i won’t be against

80. santa claus: Nope 

81. kiss on the first date: why not? 

82. angels: not as little kiddies with wings

other 

83. current best friend’s name: one? lol can’t pick. Teutie, Illuin, Heming 

84. eye colour: brown?

85. favourite movie: mm nah i’m gonna list again. HELLBOY!!! i rly like the avengers one, Lord of the rings, Coraline, the purge, sweeny todd, little shop of horrors, gremlins, zootopia, star trek, star wars, the little prince, mean girls, mad max, the man from uncle, guardians of the galaxy, x men, harry potter (i like the 4th the best)

welp! Thanks for tagging me @yoshifics This was really fun!

#personal #lol no ones gonna read this

[literallyjustanerd]

In His Eyes (Chapter 5)

Another dose! Please enjoy I stayed up way too late to finish this chapter

Genre: Slow build/eventual romance Word count: 3624 Pairing: Nightcrawler/Angel Rating: T+

The clock has read 12:41 for the last fifteen minutes. That’s what it feels like to Scott, anyway. The professor drones on at the front of the classroom, and his voice is a sedative, slowly draining Scott of the little energy he had. His classmates seem to be in the same state of trance as he is; students slump over their desks, not one of them able to hold their head up unassisted. The day is warm, and the heat inside the stuffy study-come-classroom only highlights how tantalising the view from the window looks, crisp green lawns below a vivid blue sky promising freedom from the stifling tedium of class. Absentmindedly, he taps his pen on the side of his desk, suppressing a yawn: the professor may have told his students that he had a policy against reading his students’ thoughts, but he didn’t need telepathy to decode Scott’s lack of enthusiasm for basic physics. Evidently, he is not the only one who finds the class tedious, as he soon feels the sharp jab of a ballpoint pen in the side of his leg.

“Hey! Do you mind?” he hisses, and Ororo rolls her eyes, slouched and leaning back in her chair. As usual, the combination of her striking hair and black-and-leather clothing choices give her the image of a perfect punk-rock icon, like an image straight from a magazine. In reality, though Ororo presented herself as uncaring about her appearance, even her nonchalance is part of a carefully cultivated image. Like Jubilee’s bright, colourful persona or the uncaring bad-boy style Scott tries to emulate. “Toughen up,” comes Ororo’s chiding response. “What do you want?” “I’m bored.” “So?” “So, I’m trying to not be bored.”

Scott rolls his eyes, thankful at least that they are in the back row and out of the professor’s main focus. “And what can I do for you, your majesty?” Scott sighs, an unimpressed mocking in his tone. “Tell me what you know about what’s going with Jean,” Ororo demands. Her demeanour is determined, with a hint of brashness, and Scott nearly pushes her away then and there. However, he has little else to fill his time with, scarcely little, until the minutes ticked over to lunch and he can escape the confines of the classroom. So, he gives in to Storm’s insistent tone. “Jean?” “Yeah. Everyone’s talking about it. Her weird dreams. Some of the other kids say her powers are driving her crazy.” The accusation brings a frown to Scott’s face, eyes narrowing under red-tinted glasses. In the seat next to him, Ororo’s face remains flat and expectant. She knows as well as any student in the school that there is a thing between Scott and Jean. Rumours are passed around the hallways and classrooms, speculations ranging from one student catching the pair holding hands under a tree in the grounds to another (albeit not very widely believed) claim that someone had walked in on them ‘getting intimate’ in Scott’s bedroom. “Jean’s not crazy,” he says, slowly and firmly. “It’s just hard for her to control her powers. Same with you. Same with me.” “No duh. How’s the pinkeye, lasers?” The girl sees Scott’s fists clench, and she smirks, having gotten the response she had been looking for. “Shut. Up. You know why I wear these glasses,” he huffs, shoulders slumping and arms folded across his chest. There is a beat of silence before he gives in and speaks again, this time in nothing more than a mumble. “And they’re not lasers. They’re optic blasts.” There is a small snort of derision from the girl next to him. “Give it a rest, wastoid,” Scott snaps, earning both he and Ororo a swift scolding from Charles at the front of the classroom. After a reluctant and begrudging apology, the two go right back to bickering. “For real, though. Don’t go bringing me into this. I have control of my powers,” Ororo gloats, earning her a hearty, if muffled, laugh. “Yeah. That’s why whenever you’re in a bad mood, the kids in your class have to carry umbrellas.” Unable to find a reasonable retort, the girl can only scowl at the boy beside her, her anger fuelled by his cocky smirk. Their eyes are still directed towards the front of the classroom, books open and pens in hand to create the illusion of engagement, or at least compliance. It is like this often for both of the two – neither has ever been much into academia, and neither plans to pursue a career outside of the X-Men. It has always just felt right to them after settling into the mansion to dedicate themselves to furthering the rights of mutantkind. To Ororo after her years trying to scrape by in Egypt, and to Scott, who grew up watching his brother campaign as part of the pioneering X-Men, reminding him near daily that a life not spent fighting for what was right was a life wasted.

“It’s not like anyone here has perfect control of their powers,” Ororo defends. “I dunno. Look at Peter. I don’t see him screwing up or forgetting how to run.” “Peter’s different,” Ororo insists. “His power’s simple. It’s natural to him. Like Kurt’s.” Scott’s face scrunches in confusion and disagreement, but Ororo stands by her argument. “Maybe the more mutant you look, the easier it is to use your powers.” “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” “Well how do you know it’s not true?” she queries, growing indignant under Scott’s constant dismissal. “Because. Kurt doesn’t have full control either. He can’t take that many people at once, and he only goes where he can see.” She shrugs, twirling her pen between her fingers with the deftness and effortlessness that can only come from a childhood spent picking pockets and stealing to survive. “It’s probably just his problem. He’s not exactly the most confident guy out there.” “Hey, how would you feel if you got the looks he did in public?” “Fair,” she concedes, a pensive frown overtaking her well-defined features. She pauses a second or two, as though piecing together her own thoughts. “Has he seemed strange to you lately?” The memory drops into Scott’s mind of the day of Warren’s first flight: he bears a secret, and though he would sooner die than admit it, Scott often liked to indulge in a little gossip. The temptation is strong to share what he very strongly suspects. “Strange how?” “Usually he’s everyone’s friend. Never has that smile off his face. Past week he’s been acting like a whole different person. Doesn’t want to talk to anyone.” The tension between them has dissipated completely. With something else to focus on, it’s as though their rivalry never existed. “What about Warren?” “Warren?” Ororo screws up her nose. “What about him?” “Have you noticed him acting weird?” “Isn’t he always weird?” Leaning back on his chair, Scott ponders for a while. He doesn’t want to give away what Kurt had told him – while they had never explicitly stated it, he assumed Kurt would want him to keep it to himself. Though, the pull of gossip is strong. Very strong. With no one else to talk to, he is not even sure of how to think about what Kurt told him. How was he supposed to know he wasn’t reading the situation wrong? Maybe Kurt doesn’t feel romantically connected to Warren at all. Maybe he just feels connected to the boy because of what they went through in Germany?

Though at heart he knows this isn’t true, his conscious mind has already taken the excuse and run with it. He sits forward, all four chair legs on the ground once more, and leans in towards Ororo. Intrigued by the sudden change in Scott, the girl leans in as well, and Scott speaks in a mumble just barely loud enough for her to make out above the professor’s rambling. “I think there’s something going on with him and Kurt.” “What do you mean? Is Warren being a douchebag to him again?” Scott sees a fire ignite in Ororo’s eyes – Kurt gives off a vulnerable vibe at the best of times, and Ororo isn’t the type to hold back from defending any one of her friends, especially those she views as unable or unwilling to do it themselves. “No, no. Not that. I think Kurt’s got a… a thing for Warren.” “A thing? You mean like–?” Scott nods his head once, definitively. “So you think Kurt is–?” “Almost sure of it.” Ororo raises her head, glancing up at the ceiling and pursing her lips as she considers the possibility. And the more she looks back through the sides of Kurt she knows, the more the pieces fall into place. Something about Kurt she just hadn’t been able to put her finger on, something she just assumed had to do with his outer appearance, now made perfect sense to her. “Hm. I think you’re right.” Reassured, Scott decides to let loose the rest of what he knows, taking Ororo through he and Kurt’s talk, the way he had seen Kurt look at Warren, and through the whole recount, the girl seems to agree more and more with Scott’s initial judgement. “So why do you think Kurt’s upset? You think he told Warren and got rejected?” “No, if that had happened, Kurt would be more obviously upset,” Scott says, shaking his head. “Maybe they just had an argument or something.” Ororo shrugs, and before she can formulate a reply, the bell rings, and the discussion is forgotten in the rush to finally escape the classroom.

It is a Friday, and the house is almost empty by evening. The only ones who remain are the younger students who for whatever reason cannot or do not go home to their families for the weekend, those who are still too young to spend time off-campus without a chaperone. It was Jubilee who suggested they go out for dinner to a pizza place at a strip mall near the mansion. It was no surprise she wanted to go out somewhere they could spend money – she had recently landed her first part-time job at the movie theatre on that very same strip mall, and having just received her first paycheck, was eager to find a way to burn through it. As for the others, all those aside from Jean, who earned a bit of money tutoring the kids from the nearby elementary schools, they had their own ways of getting money for the occasional outing, whether it be sent from parents or “borrowing” off someone else in the group. As usual, the night is stolen by the more outspoken members of the group, though everyone seems to find a way to enjoy themselves. At least, everyone except a certain pair who sat silently and picked at their slices of pepperoni or cheese pizza. Kurt tries to laugh along with the others, to keep up the illusion that he doesn’t want to disappear back to his room and abandon the outside world in favour of another book. Warren, meanwhile, gives no effort to concealing his bad mood. He slouches in his chair and every so often casts a very deliberate glare to one of the others, making quite sure they know he is holding a grudge against them for making him come.

Hours pass, scraping by like sandpaper, and finally, they decide to pay their bill and leave. Ororo finds herself glad that Warren chooses to mope so far behind the rest of the group, and slows herself to match his pace as the others stroll along the strip of shops, contemplating whether or not they should stick around to spend some time at the arcade. Before Warren can muster up another scowl to give Ororo for what he assumes is an attempt to stick around and make conversation, she cuts in front of him, forcing him to halt abruptly, a glower of her own adorning her face. “What did you do to Kurt?” she demands, and Warren is so taken aback that he can only blink, mouth ajar, expression vacant. The way she speaks, so certain and direct, his chest thumps, horrified at the thought that Kurt might have spilled everything to her. But no, that doesn’t sound right at all: Kurt isn’t the type to do that. He is the type who keeps his pain to himself, and instead of letting it seep out as anger and pettiness like Warren does, he gathers it up and sweeps it under the rug. Warren begins to wonder how and why he thinks this with such certainty, but the thought is half-formed, and Ororo is speaking again. “Well?” she prompts, sharply. “What did you do that has him acting like this?” “What the hell are you talking about? What’s your damage?” Warren growls, trying to push past her only to be blocked by a strong, solid form and a stare so hard it could cut diamonds. “You know damn well what I’m talking about. Tell me what you did.” “What makes you think it’s any of your business?” Warren snarks. He regrets this immediately when he sees the resulting look on Ororo’s face, and starts to feel a little worried for his life. He now knows just what the others mean when they talk about how messing with anyone Storm cares about is a very bad idea. Just when he finds himself wondering if his wings could provide enough agility to dodge a lightning bolt, he is saved by the sound of Peter’s voice, calling back to them and urging them to keep up. Ororo assures him they will be right there, and the moment Peter’s eyes are off them, whips back around to Warren. “I’ll make this easy for you,” she says. “Apologise. Fix this. And don’t do it again.” With that, the encounter is over, and Warren is left to catch his breath and catch up to the others, now confused as well as moody.

He is still thrown off when they return home after dark, splitting off into singles or pairs and retreating to their rooms. He has felt horrible since saying what he had said to Kurt. The more time that passes, the less angry he feels at Kurt, and the more furious he feels with himself. But he hadn’t planned to say anything. He had resolved to leave it be, believing that Kurt would be better off without any more contact with him at all. But after Ororo’s little ‘talk,’ he begins to consider that talking might be the only way to make Kurt feel better, and the only way to ease his own conscience. That is why, as Kurt passes Warren in the hallway on his way to the bathroom, Warren stops him, voice timid and tentative. “Kurt, can I talk to you?” he attempts, feeling horribly out of his depth. He’d never been on the giving end of the “we need to talk” encounter before. Kurt’s brows furrow, wary of what could be happening. He does not want to repeat what happened a week ago, and yet the look in Warren’s eyes, a sort of weak and watered down version of what might be compassion, causes him to rethink his instinctual ‘no,’ followed by a hasty escape. “I suppose so,” he shrugs, and follows Warren the short distance down the hall and into his room. The window is cracked open just enough to let a small draught wander in, though Kurt can tell he is breathing the same air Warren has been for at least a few days. Time passes, and neither talks, both waiting for the other to start the conversation neither knew how to have. “Look, about the other night…” “Yes?” Kurt asks presently. “Well. When I– you know. It wasn’t what I– I didn’t mean–” It is clear he hopes Kurt will intervene, put him out of the misery of trying to push words out of a mouth that only knows how to be sullen and self-pitying. But Kurt stays stubbornly silent, cynically curious to see if this will lead to anything substantial. Warren sighs, heavily, and hopes that a new lungful of air will make some sort of difference. “I didn’t say what I said to upset you,” he says finally. “I don’t really think that stuff.” The words hit Kurt’s ear roughly, their hollowness reverberating through him, making his heart sink. “Sorry.” And just like that, he is lifted once again. Certainly not too much, not enough to make him soar on the gust of one simple word, dropped awkwardly into an awkward conversation. But nonetheless, the addition of that one little syllable brings a new hope to Kurt: maybe in time, it will grow easier for Warren to do these sorts of things. And, he cannot deny it, he wants to be there to see that happen.

Warren doesn’t know how to feel when he sees Kurt instantly shift at his one word. His shoulders rise, stretching and straightening as though a weight has been lifted from them, and his tail swishes with life. Relief washes over him, the sudden drop in tension making his legs feel a little weak and sending a shiver through his wings, but at the same time, it feels a little too easy. He wonders if he is taking advantage of Kurt’s forgiving nature. If he deserves a second chance with the boy, after months of abuse during his recovery, followed by weeks of apparent improvement only for it to be pulled out from underneath him one week ago. Perhaps he really should just give up and leave the boy be, let him try to find some way to move on from Warren’s pushing and pulling. But something about the buoyant, optimistic look on Kurt’s face makes him sure that he couldn’t stay away. “It’s alright,” Kurt says. “I understand.” Both boys seem lost for a moment, each one drinking in the sensation of having a week’s worth of pent-up tension release with a mere few words. There is still a block there: neither one feels as close to the other as they had that night on the rafters. But right now, this is the best outcome they could get.

Finally, Kurt casts his eyes around the room, noting a few new bottles on the sill and on the floor. Beer, mostly, but he can see the edge of the label of bottle of gin on Warren’s nightstand, and the tall neck of a bottle of vodka on its side in the corner. He hopes the amount that Warren consumes is less than one would first think on entering the room: he has never seen Warren clean his room, and suspects from the thin layer of dust that coats some of the bottles that they may have been there quite a while, a small shrine to the issues Warren has yet to even attempt to think about. “Do you think maybe you should try to cut back on the drinking?” Kurt asks, very wary that this could start the fight all over again. Though thankfully, Warren seems too emotionally drained to be defensive, and instead gives a vague shrug. “It’s fine.” “Are you sure? It’s not a problem? Because if it is, you can get help for it.” “It’s fine. I don’t need help.” Taking the hint, Kurt backs off, nodding. “Alright. I should get to bed, then.” Warren nods in response, and just like before, he does not say “goodnight,” until it sounds forced and disjointed, when Kurt is already halfway out the door. And, just like before, Kurt accepts it, giving a small, tired smile as he looked back over his shoulder at the boy in the room with the empty bottles and the mostly-closed window. “Goodnight, Warren.”

When Kurt slips into bed a few minutes later, teeth brushed and pyjamas on, Peter gives him a quizzical look at his sudden change in attitude: the past few days, he has been dragging himself through his bedtime routines, though tonight the spring is back in his step. “What’re you so happy about?” he asks, one eyebrow raised in suspicion. Kurt lets himself smile for a moment before he reins it in and reduces it to a small quirk of his lips. “It’s nothing,” he assured the boy, shaking his head. Peter shrugs, tossing Kurt a casual “night,” before rolling over and pulling up the covers. Kurt is content as he falls asleep that night. Not ecstatic, not even too happy. Just content. He and Warren have taken a few steps backwards, yes, and he is still unsure whether he wants to continue down this path if it means having to endure this sort of back and forth forever. But all that can wait. For now, he takes solace in the fact that things are better now than they were when he had woken up that morning. And that was really all anyone could ask for from a day, wasn’t it?

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