#Pac you are so hopelessly charming

[royalarchivist]

Fit: Just keep me updated, you know, you– you've got my number, you've got my DMs, you know, they're always open Pac.

Pac: Yeah! Oh, sure sure sure sure sure. I'm gonna hit– how do you guys say? I'm gonna hit you.

Fit: [Laughs] Yes. That's right.

Pac: I'm gonna hit you up.

Fit: That sounds great. Well, Ramon, are you about ready to go, my boy? Alright, make sure to say goodbye to Richarlyson and Pac. [Notices Richarlyson placed a sign] Oh, what is it?

Pac: Bye, Ramon! Thank you for joining us on the hide and seek.

Richarlyson: WHAATTT? 0_0 and my dad still says he is single that is just losing opportunitie dad

Fit: [Laughs] Oh, Richarlyson, you're funny, you're a funny kid.

Pac: [Laughs] Wait, Richarlyson, you're going to make me shy!

[writing-essence]

Why Did It Have To Be Me?

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: angst

Summary: Reader spends the summer at Xavier’s getting a handle on her powers and reluctantly ends up falling for Peter. (Takes place about a year after Apocolypse)

Request:

Can you write Peter Maximoff imagine where she meet an female x reader when she come to Xevire school only for summer so she can learn how to contorl her power, s. Fist she used to said that as she learn to get control on her power she will leave, but then she become friend with all of them and reader and Peter both starting to like eachother. The the summers ended and Peter thought, ahe will never leave, but in the end she did and its brock Peter heart.

Author’s Note: Yeehaw I’m back! Sorry, this took so damn long hope you enjoy! -Milla

Word Count: 1,640

The summer breeze tangled itself in your hair as you approached the gate. You had been writing letters to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters for months after an incident regarding your mutation. While part of you knew you should get a handle on your powers the rest of you just longed to be normal and keep the life you already had. After long weeks of correspondence and planning, you had decided to wait out until summer to begin at the institute. You had heard amazing stories about what Professor Charles Xavier has done for young mutants around the country and hoped he could work a miracle in time for the fall. The tall iron gates swung open, revealing a tall man with glasses. He had a seemingly young face weighed down by the bags under his eyes

“Y/N?” He asked with a half-smile. You nodded and returned the gesture. “I’m Dr. Hank McCoy, an instructor here,” he outstretched his hand, and you shook it. 

For the next hour, Hank gave you a tour of the school from Professor Xavier’s prized flower garden to the endless supply of chocolate milk in the fridge. During the tour, you met a few soon to be familiar faces. Scott accidentally spilled chocolate milk everywhere when his friend Kurt teleported behind him. Two girls, Jean and Jubilee, were attempting to get Ororo to strike the school with lighting to get out of final exams.  

Throughout the day, you had noticed odd gusts of wind. You weren’t a meteorologist by any means, but you were almost positive heavy winds didn't happen indoors. Your bedroom door brushed wide open for the fourth time in the past hour, followed by the inevitable cold breeze. Walking away from your suitcase you peeked around the door once again hopelessly trying to figure out what was going on with the air conditioning in this place. 

“It’s not the air conditioner dear,” a man in a wheelchair chuckled. You assumed it was Professor Xavier. “That,” the professor paused looking down the hall from your doorway, “was Peter. His mutation allows him to travel at supersonic speeds, he has trouble slowing down sometimes.” Xavier chuckled in defeat and continued to welcome you to the school. You would be starting mutation classes on Monday when summer for the school officially began. 

The first few classes you had could have gone better. You were a late bloomer in discovering your mutation with having just finished your second year of college. Trying to earn a degree while also accidentally nearly killing everybody in your history lecture turned out to be quite the feat. Deciding to spend your summer at Xavier’s was a no brainer if it meant you could control your powers enough to finish out school. 

As the weeks passed by, your mutation became increasingly easy to control, but along with the ease came a distraction. Peter Maximoff. Once he slowed down to finally introduce himself instead of spying on the new girl, you discovered his unusual charm. You tried your best to ignore his spontaneous flirtations on your way to class, you came here to learn not to fall for a boy. Although that became more and more difficult. You and Peter graduated from casual encounters in the hall to eating lunch with the remainder of his friends who hadn't returned home for the summer. You were starting to grow more comfortable here, which almost seemed dangerous as it was a temporary situation. 

Yet, you allowed yourself to stay in the moment of the warm breeze dancing across your legs as you rest your head in Peter’s lap. Giggles echoed across the yard after one of Kurt’s stories, but you fell silent among the group. Jean, who had been one of your closest friends during your time at Xavier’s, gave you a knowing look. It didn't help that she could read your mind as you glanced at the boy above you. August was drawing to a close, and you knew you would have to say goodbye, but you weren't sure if you were ready to let this feeling go. As the sun began to set, Hank called you all in for the night. 

Jean accompanied you to your room, hoping to get you to say what she already knew. After continuous prying Jean had it, “it’s not the end of the world that you like him! Although I have no idea why you would,” she laughed. 

You rolled your eyes, “I know, but I just don't think it’s worth it.” You only had a few weeks left at Xavier’s before you had to return back to school. Not much time to try to kindle a healthy relationship. 

“But what about Peter? He’s head over heels for you, don’t you think he deserves to know?” Jean insisted.

“And then what?” You mused. “We go on one date and then uh oh! Looks like my time here is up thanks for the movie!” Jean laughed, shaking her head.

“Does he even know when you have to go back?”

The answer was unclear. When you first introduced yourself to the speedster you had mentioned you were staying for the summer. But as time went on the subject of the actual date of your departure was never mentioned. Maybe this was your way out of the situation.

“No no no no,” Jean snapped you back to the conversation. “You can’t just leave without telling him Y/N, it’d break his heart.”

After a few more moments of chatting, Jean decided to head off to bed. She was right. Leaving without a trace would hurt Peter. The closer you got to him, the more he opened up. He laid down his carefree facade and told you about his family about his father. As much as you didn’t want to hurt him, the idea kept seeming more appealing. You wouldn't have to face your feelings, and there wouldn't be anything to leave behind because you didn't try in the first place. Peter would surely forget about you, it was only one summer, and mutants go in and out of the school all the time. You had made your decision. 

The day of your departure was creeping dangerously close. Whenever someone brought up the idea of a goodbye party or if you needed any help getting to the train station or packing your things, you simply brushed it off and changed the subject. You had two days left at the Xavier institute, and you were excited to go back to school without the added anxiety of an uncontrollable mutation. You also felt guilty. Reaching into your desk, you pulled out a small sheet of paper and your favorite pen. You began to write, “Dear Peter,”

The words you desperately wanted to say spilled onto the page. You lost track of time writing out your apology that it was nearing midnight. Having a day of packing and avoiding Peter ahead of you, you decided to go to bed. 

The day had finally come. You managed to say your quiet goodbyes to all of your friends throughout the day before your evening train. You made sure that Peter was nowhere near his room as you turned the knob. The door creaked open, revealing the familiar setting. Your eyes trailed across the poster filled walls, over the blinking arcade machine, landing on the unmade bed. Memories of sneaking through the dim halls for long nights of Pac-man, secrets, and Pink Floyd littered your mind. You hesitantly pulled the note from your pocket taking one last deep breath as you set it on his pillow. Giving Professor Xavier a final goodbye and thank you at the front of the school, you got into your taxi.

An uneasiness bubbled in your stomach the longer you waited at the train station. You did what was best. At least that's what you repeated in your head. You couldn't keep your mind from wandering to thinking of Peter, and awful you felt. He had been abandoned and given up on his entire life until he decided to stay at Xavier’s. You were no different than anyone else who had let him down. A cold gust of wind made goosebumps rise on your arms. You looked up to see the cause of the unusual sensation. There he was, hair a mess, and face slightly puffy. His glassy eyes stared through you, holding the note in his hands.

“Why?” He sounded hollow. “Why didn't you say goodbye?”

“I just,” you started stupidly. There weren’t any words you could think of to make this okay. 

“Don't go,” Peter grabbed your hand in his staring down at his thumb, brushing the back of it.

“I have to,” you sighed. “I have a life to get back to; I was never supposed to stay. This wasn't supposed to happen.” Tears started to poke through your lashes on rolled down your cheeks. Peter pulled you closer, noses almost touching. You turned away at the sound of your train being called for boarding. You had never seen Peter so panicked and vulnerable, running out of time had never been an issue for him, yet here he was words pouring out of his mouth overlapping each other. 

“I can't just let you go. I- I can run to your school to go on dates. I can take you anywhere you like whenever you want! Just give us a chance. Please.” 

“Peter,” you whispered, “summers aren't supposed to last forever.” You looked back at him one last time. Taking a final leap of faith, you held the side of his face in your hand wiping a tear off the corner of his mouth and placing a soft kiss in its place. No more words were spoken between the two of you as you walked out to your train. Maybe sometimes it was better to forget.

[bastardnev]

Until He Met The King

fic #2!! this one is a gift for @cruisingforcruiserweights, hope you like it!!

(link to ao3)

tagging: @rivela @oh-baby-a-triple-oh-yeah @kidvoodoo

i wasn’t sure if anybody else on my tag list wanted to be tagged since this is a fic for a ship that isn’t nev/mustafa?? if you’re on my nevstafa tag list and wanna be tagged in anything else then plz lemme kno!! (and ofc if you’re not on either list and still wanna be tagged then just message me!!)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment, Professional Wrestling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Austin Aries/Pac | Adrian Neville Characters: Austin Aries, Pac | Adrian Neville Additional Tags: Shopping, nev may be a little shit but he's AUSTIN'S little shit and that's all that really matters in the end Summary: Austin had never been the type to believe in that cliche “love at first sight” bullshit that everyone else seemed to cling to so desperately. How could you fall in love with someone that you’d only just met? Unlike some people that he knew, he was never a goddamn softie.

...That is, until he met the King.

Austin Aries had always been his own person. He knew exactly what it was that he wanted and wasn’t afraid to go out and take it. He had a smart mouth and strong opinions, and he wasn’t afraid to let others know about them, even if he knew that they weren’t going to like what he had to say. This may have earned him a bad reputation, but he didn’t care. He cared more about standing up for what he believed in and demanding respect than going along with what everyone else was saying and blending in with the crowd.

Naturally, this behavior carried over to his dating life. He had never been the type to believe in that cliche “love at first sight” bullshit that everyone else seemed to cling to so desperately. How could you fall in love with someone that you’d only just met? Unlike some people that he knew, he was never a goddamn softie.

...That is, until he met the King.

Austin was leaning back against the bricks that made up the store he was standing outside of, his arms crossed as he tried to protect himself from the cold. He heard the little jingle of the bell hanging above the door, and he watched as Neville bounded out of the building, carrying some brightly colored bags on each of his arms. “How-- How much stuff did you buy?” He gaped.

“Not much.” Neville shrugged. “Just a few things.”

“This is more than just a few, King.” Austin looked inside one of the bags, spotting numerous little trinkets that he knew upon questioning Neville was going to swear that he needed (he really didn’t).

Neville huffed, his pale cheeks growing rosy now that he was faced with the mid-December chilliness. “Here.” He stuck out both of his arms, bags dangling and swinging a little from the movement.

“What am I supposed to do with them?”

“...Take them from me?”

“Oh my God…” Austin rolled his eyes, though he did as he was told without further complaint, holding them by the handles in one hand and propping the free one on his hip. “Are you sure you really need all this stuff?” He asked once he realized how heavy a few of the bags were.

“Of course. What, do you think I just buy random shit for the hell of it? Everything I do has a purpose, Aries.” Neville waggled his finger at him.

Right. That response was about what Austin expected. He sighed and decided to drop the subject, resigning himself to his fate. “So where to next, King? What’s the next place you plan on spending all my money in?”

“Excuse you, I’m only using some of your money,” Neville corrected him. He shoved his hands into the pockets on his hoodie and began looking up and down the street, standing on his toes and trying to look over the crowds of people as he searched for their next destination (Austin considered making a smart comment about his height once he saw this, though he stopped himself once he realized that he, too, could not see unless he stood on his toes).

“Any day now, King.” Austin shifted on his feet after a few moments of silence. The cold air was beginning to get to him -- maybe choosing to stand outside while Neville shopped when it was this frigid out was a bad idea after all…

“Oh give me a minute, would you?” Neville frowned at him. “I’m still thinking.”

“Think any longer and I’m gonna freeze to death.”

Neville let out a breath, Austin watching as it escaped his lips and faded away, and he nodded, “Okay, so how about this: Since you’re so cold, we should go to Starbucks and warm up. I know there’s one not too far from here.”

“Do you actually care about me being warm, or do you just want coffee?”

“That’s for me to know and you to never find out. Come along.” Neville took hold of his hand and squeezed it tightly as he dragged him up the street. “Christ, your hands are cold.”

“Did you expect anything different?” Austin replied, gripping his hand back as if his life depended on it. He usually wasn’t big on holding hands in public, but Neville’s hand was so warm…

Neville led him to a street corner and paused, looking to the left and right. “Which way was it again…?” He thought aloud.

“You don’t even know which way it is?”

“I do know, I just… momentarily forgot, that’s all. I’ll remember, just hold on a sec.”

As he waited, Austin took a look over at the shop they just so happened to stop outside of -- a jewelry shop. All sorts of products were displayed in the window, glittering in the sunlight, though there was one item in particular that had caught his eye, sitting front and center for all who passed by to see.

An engagement ring.

Yet another thing that Austin had previously not been a very big fan of was the idea of getting married. It wasn’t that he hated it or anything -- quite the opposite, in fact -- it was just that he personally could never see himself doing it. He had loved people before, yes, but never once did he ever feel close enough to them to even consider spending the rest of his life with them.

But this was all before he had gotten with the King.

Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Neville had truly made a major impact on his life. This little date that they were currently on -- freezing their asses off as they wandered aimlessly from store to store -- was something that Austin would never even consider with any of his previous partners. Something about the look in Neville’s eyes when he proposed this idea, about how much he truly wanted to do it, made Austin go along with it. No matter how hard he tried to resist, he was hopelessly wrapped around Neville’s finger.

And he loved it.

The longer that he stared at the ring, the more Austin began to wonder about what married life with Neville would consist of. Would he change at all? Would he still be the grumpy yet charming man he’d grown to love? Or maybe he would be sweeter and more affectionate? While there was still a part of Austin that was unsure if marriage was the right thing for him, he couldn’t deny that the thought of being with Neville forever was certainly enticing…

“Would you pay attention to me?” Austin felt himself being lightly shoved all of a sudden, and he noticed that Neville was speaking to him, looking impatient. “I know where we have to go.”

“My bad,” Austin replied. “Just got distracted for a second.”

“Clearly. I’ve been trying to talk to you for the last half hour.”

“Oh it has not been that long. It's been a minute at most. You’re being dramatic.”

“You know damn well that I’m not the type of person to be dramatic, Aries.”

“Is that so? Then why do you want everyone to call you ‘King’? You have a perfectly good name that people could use instead.”

Neville blinked at him, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he attempted to come up with a rebuttal. “Can we go now, please?” He finally said, clearly not wanting to continue the discussion.

Austin smirked, satisfied that he’d won that little argument. “We may.”

With that, Neville gripped his hand tighter and began to lead him in the direction of the Starbucks. Austin took one last look over his shoulder at the jewelry display, the smirk still on his face.

Whether or not there was a wedding in Austin’s future remained unclear, though one thing was for certain -- he planned on being with Neville for a very long time.

[royalarchivist]

Pac: I wish I had a really nice background story for my- why I'm here. But you know, Felps just crashed the ship and I'm stuck! Fit: You've got an interesting history though, Pac! I mean, look at you escaping that prison! Like, that was not easy for you to do. [...] You've told me lots of stories about yourself and Mike's adventures. You've got a very interesting backstory. Pac: Thank you Fit, thank you. I'm glad to hear that you think it's cool. Fit: I mean– the cannibalism part, that sucks, but it is– It's cool! It's cool.

People keep wondering when Pac's going to tell Fit how he lost his leg, but during their date last week, Fit implied that their characters already had this discussion! Although this could've been an OOC part of their conversation, they've referenced this specific part of Pac's lore in past streams (this is just the most explicit example we've had so far).

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Pac: I wish I had a really nice- um, background story - background story for my- why I'm here. But you know, Felps just crashed the ship and I'm stuck!

Fit: [Chuckles] Well no- you've got an interesting history though, Pac! I mean, look at you escaping that prison! Like, that was not easy for you to do.

Pac: ...No, yeah, you're right.

Fit: You know, and you've been- you have- you've told me lots of stories about yourself and Mike's adventures, like– You've got a very interesting backstory.

Pac: Thank you Fit, thank you. I'm glad to hear that you think it's cool.

Fit: I mean, I mean– the cannibalism part, I mean, that sucks, yeah, but it is– It's cool! It's cool.

Pac: Yeah, right? Yeah- that's- that's not a good part, right? Yeah, I- ugh, yeah, it's a– [He takes a deep breath] Yeah. It's ok.

Fit: Y-yeah, yeah...

Pac: It's ok.