#also anything that scares the shit out of Warren is a-okay with me!

[explosionshark]

the kennedy defender has logged on btw.

she's a GOOD character, okay? she's a little spoiled and sometimes doesn't read the room. kind of arrogant and maybe prone to a power trip here and there. so?

she's also STUPID brave, which i love. even as an unpowered potential she is willing (and 9 times out of 10 the absolute first) to throw herself headlong into danger at the first opportunity. even in episodes like showtime, when buffy is struggling in a fight, kennedy's first instinct is to leap in and help. she might be a little bossy with some of the other girls, but she DOES try to to protect them every single time there's a fight and they clearly like her - when kennedy is hurt or in danger, the other girls respond.

chloe's suicide is absolutely not kennedy's fault - if the show really wanted you to think that was the case, they would have made more of a point of it. even buffy, who is a pretty frequent target of kennedy's criticism, assures her that it wasn't her harsh words during training that lead to chloe's death - it was the fact that she was scared and vulnerable and the First (the thing that is really, really good at making people kill themselves) was whispering in her ear alll night about how cool it would be to die.

kennedy's a bit harsh with buffy but to be fair none of the potentials were really feeling great about buffy's leadership at the point in the season where we had the most conflict. and from there perspective, it's actually pretty sympathetic. they were scared to fight, didn't feel ready, buffy had been harsh with them to toughen them up and then a bunch of their friends were brutally slaughtered or maimed in front of them while buffy got her ass handed to her and they were all promised more of the same. a bit of discontent, a bit of panic, a bit of mutiny - not unexpected! (not looking to litigate though, it was dumb conflict tbf)

she was good to willow! a little forward, but she never pushed willow into anything she didn't want to do. even after willow turned into warren post-kiss, kennedy didn't freak out and abandon her. she stuck with her through a lot of freaky magic shit and emotionally volatility and looked down the barrel of a GUN for her - AS DOWN BAD AS IT'S HUMANLY POSSIBLE TO BE. even after getting a little freaked out with the magical draining that happened later, she got over it pretty quickly. she's patient and understanding when willow has reservations about sleeping together for the first time, gives the cute little kite string speech (if you can't learn to adopt willow's metaphors during conversation, you don't deserve her).

genuinely i think she's a good character. i wish there had been more room in the season to characterize her more gradually, but for the amount of hate i've seen her get over the years, i just don't think she's that bad.

also she has a tongue stud and who could hate that.

ALSO being a teenage mexican-american lesbian and seeing bisexual mexican-american actress iyari limon on screen licking alyson hannigan's neck with that very tongue stud TRULY unlocked things for me that nothing else could have. cannot stress that enough.

[roseisbeautiful]

"You're safe with me"

Drew thomas x Female! Reader

Movie: The conjuring

Summarization: After your mother *Carolyn's possesion* you had been traumatized and always jumpy thinking bathsheba was still with you so you tell drew about the lately panic attacks and nightmares about the past events that had happened

(WARNING:PANIC ATTACKS, MORBID THOUGHTS, CONFESSIONS, FLUFF, AND KISSES.)

( Not very fluent in english sorry:) )

*One week after possesion*

I dial Drew's number to call him and tell him to pick me up for tomorrow morning. Me and Drew we're college students that had discover each other through mrs. and mr. warren's class. They had help through everything tough going on with our house which Im thankful for. Anyways lets get back to Drew.

I wait for a few minutes until he answered.

"Hello? Who's this?" Drew says quite confused that someone might have mistakenly called him

"Oh Hi drew! I just wanted to talk about how maybe you could pick me up for tomorrow I really have something important to tell you" I say, knowing my heavy feelings for drew it had been hard ever since I started admiring everything about him as he might like my sister.

(TIMESKIP)

I wake up in a scared state as I had another one of my previous nightmares. I stare at the clock to see it was already 5:30 am, I sat up and went to get my clothes ready now, since Me and Drew had class at around 7 in the morning.

I get my flared jeans ready, also with my tight polo,black converse and denim jacket.

(TIMESKIP)

I hear Drew knocking at the door so I grab my stuff and scurry through the door.

"BYE MOM AND DAD LOVE YOU!" I said so they know I was going to leave for school.

"Bye Honey, Stay safe!" My mother yells loud enough for me to hear. I open the door to see Drew standing there and smiling cutely.

"Hi Drew! woke up in the right side of the bed?"

"Yeah" Drew says smiling wider at me. I look at his cheek bones and I've never wanted to pinch someone's cheeks until Drew. I was snapped out of my thought's when I heard Drew say.

"Hey? Are you okay?" He touches my shoulder still opening the door for me.

"Yeah sorry, zoned out for a little bit" I say blushing when Drew touched my shoulder. "Sorry Drew"

"No its fine sweetheart, just get in the car." He says smiling at me. I get in the car and he closes the door for me. My cheeks turn into blood red as I just realised Drew had called me "Sweetheart".

I was looking out of the window so Drew would'nt see how bright red my cheeks had turned. I hear the engines turn on and soon we were on the road going to school.

"Sweetheart.. You called last night told me you wanna tell something? What is it? Everything going fine in the house? Are you fine?" Drew asks concerned as he remember's the past occurence.

"Right.. I just you know after the paranormal stuff, its just that I had been having nightmares and panic attacks about it, you know? I always dream about Mom when she was possesed, her eyes are still glued onto my mind like its a stuck bubble gum on a shoe. The panic attacks occur everytime I see them creeping onto me even if there is nothing anymore." I say ranting to him about the things that had been happening after the past events.

"Well sweetheart, you must have gotten pretty traumatized. Dont worry, the thing isn't gonna do anything to you anymore, I would never let anything get to you. Remember your mother fought this demon off just so she could protect you and your siblings. I know she'll do it again and again for you if she could" He says in a soft tone comforting me, his words had calmed me down from the thoughts of my mother and the demon's that had been around our house before even the events.

"Yeah, thankyou for being here for me Drew. Even if we had just met for a few months before this shit happened. I love you." Just then my eyes widen after I had realised I said those 3 words that I couldn't tell Drew before.

The car stops in the parking lot of he school,a huge screech could be heard. Just then I head Drew say "YOU LOVE ME?" he asks me smiling widely, I nod my head "Yes I love you Drew.." I say in a hushed tone. I felt his arms snake around my shoulder and waist hugging me. His face buried in my neck "Yes Yes Yes" I hear drew muffle in my neck "I love you so much too!" Drew says getting me caught off guard.

"I've always liked you! This past few months ever since we met I've developed such huge feelings for you.. I love you so much" He says confessing to me still muffled in my neck .

I hug him back "I love you so much too! Oh drew.." I hug him tightly like he was gonna disappear in my arms.

Just then I feel his hands cup my hands and he kisses me. Shock coursed through my body, but then I come back and kiss him back. We stayed like that for a while until we ran out of breath's.

We press our foreheads together cupping each other faces.

"I love you so much Drew"

"I love you too darling" He softly presses his lips against mine.

"I love you.." then the bell rung and we ran out of the car holding each other's hand to Mr. & Mrs. Warren's class.

(SORRY THIS WAS SHORT I WAS JUST BORED WHEN I WROTE THIS! T-T)

[barkilphedros-hat]

inside no.9 would you rather

1, 3 and 5 💘

Oooh thank you @wolvesdidit!

1. would you rather have the fate of Nina from The Riddle of the Sphinx or Katy from The Harrowing?

I think I’d have to go with Katy because Nina in my opinion has one of the most terrifying fates in IN9 (not that Katy’s isn’t HORRENDOUS, because it is). Because even though their methods were, ahem, god-fucking awful, I do think Hector and Tabitha’s intentions were (at least superficially) good. Keeping a demon contained to protect the world from chaos? That’s pretty heavy stuff. Nina however, trapped in her own body and slowly suffocating while the man she loved and trusted as her father cuts her about and rants about how she was only a pawn for his revenge? Horrible, no thank you 😭

3. would you rather be stuck in a crowded couchette (la couchette) or a wardrobe (sardines)?

Oh the couchette, hands down. Simply because you can just, like, leave the damn thing. Nobody was really forced to be in there and it was for a night at most. If Jorg got too much I would simply take a walk up and down the corridor to the dining cart and take in the passing scenery. RIP to Maxwell but I’m different. 🤷🏼‍♀️

5. would you rather be a witch like Elizabeth Gadge or a vampire like SPC Varney?

A witch like Elizabeth Gadge! I’m sorry but I like garlic way too much to go for eternity without it 😂

(I wouldn’t kill Clarke though, he’s my best friend, he’s my pal, he’s my homeboy, my rotten soldier, my sweet cheese, my good time boy.)

[ilooklikeaburntchickenugget]

Sick Days

A/N: Another Steve AU for you guys. Also, I just hit 100 followers (like after I began writing this) which is crazy so thank you all! I’ll probably do one of those follower milestone things, I just have to figure out what. Thank you again my lovelies, I love you all! Pairing: CEO!Steve Rogers x F!Chubby!Reader (Or skinny reader, you can really fluctuate to your body type.) Word count: 2,486 Warnings: Some slight angst against side characters, swearing.

"Where’s Y/N?” His voice boomed to his various employees, the important ones all across the glass table in the large conference room. The sunlight beaming in through floor to glass windows was interrupted with shadows of the New York skyline, or at least the few buildings that were as high if not higher than the one that occupied Rogers Industries. Everyone fell completely still, completely quiet.

“Um, she texted me this morning, saying she was very sick, Mr. Rogers.” One of his associates very quietly replied.

“She’s sick?” He asked, sighing deeply, turning around and marching out of the room. He flew past the various hallways, every employee immediately moving out of their way for him in confusion and fear. Making his way to his office on the top floor, he slammed the grand doors grabbing his phone and immediately dialing your number. 

“Steve?” You answered after the third ring. Your voice was crackly, he could hear your sniffly nose from the other end, “I’m sorry I didn’t call I-” “Hey, hey, baby.” He cooed, immediately understanding you were actually sick, “No need to justify. How are you feeling?” His voice grew soft and tender, his face dropping from tensions with anger to now tensions with concern.

“Like death.” You responded, to which he sighed, “I haven’t been able to get out of bed, I have a fever of 102, I can’t eat, I couldn’t sleep last night I-” “Okay, okay, alright.” He interrupted you, thinking for a moment. “I need you to head over to my place-” “No, Steve.” You interrupted, “I am not going over to your apartment, excuse me, penthouse, in this condition.”

“Yes, you are.” He fought back.

“Steve, how am I even supposed to get out of bed?” You tried to reason, “It hurts to even pee.”

“Then I’ll pick you up. Literally.” “Steve, no.” You concluded, “Your day is already probably messed up because I’m not there to answer calls and deal with stupid people and help you with whatever you need. I don’t need your pity.”

“I’m not pitying you, I’m worried about you. And no my day is not messed up.” “Yet,” You began.

“Okay, yet.” He admitted, “No one is as good of an assistant as you are. I have four people, two of whom have PhDs, trying to juggle your job. I don’t know how you do it.”

“I don’t know either,” You lightly laughed, to the best of your abilities.

“How about I come over after work then?” He settled, “I’ll bring you some food, anything you want, okay?” You hummed over the phone.

“Sounds great.” You replied, “I love you, Stevie.” You smiled lightly.

“Love you too.” He smiled as well, hanging up.

You had been Steve’s assistant for 10 years. It was funny at first, he was an unknown man starting his own company at 24, you were fresh in college at 18 and needed a job. So, after seeing your work ethic and how smart you were, he decided to hire you, finding you as the perfect fit.

You has been his constant companion for those 10 years, traveling with him all the time, attending meetings, you were always by his side. There was a silent relationship between the two of you. Both of you knew some form of chemistry existed, but never acknowledged it. Until Steve finally asked you out only four months ago.

He had finally grown mature enough to throw away his playboy-type persona. He didn’t want women just to be there, and for them to be attracted to him for his money. Though he was one of the most handsome bachelors for women to lay their eyes on. No, he wanted a true life partner.

And you had been with him since the get-go, when sometimes he couldn’t even pay you one week because everything was so tight. But you stuck with him every second of the way, and he knew if you would go out with him it wasn’t because of his money, but because of him.

Sure, you weren’t as fit as many of the girls he had dated in the past. And maybe the media wouldn’t categorize you as a “beauty”. But you were the most gorgeous woman to him. You were mature, kind, smart, organized. He bragged about you to his closest friends from the beginning, before you even began dating, categorizing you as an “intellectual”, a compliment you would brush off not wanting to boost your ego.

“Jackie,” He called one of his associates who was an acting assistant of the day.

“Yes, Mr. Rogers?” She asked over the phone.

“I need you to get all of these things, preferably from that diner off Broadway and Warren. I need it ready in exactly 20 minutes, back to me in 30.” He began, “I’ve sent them over to you. Get it done. Now.” He hung up, residing back to his usual work.

Only a minute later his office phone was ringing. “Hello?” He answered, partially annoyed considering this has now disrupted his response to a passive aggressive email sent by a nobody at a partnering company.

“Mr. Rogers, they said it wouldn’t be ready for 45-” “Did I say 45 minutes?” He interrupted, aggravation filling his voice.

“No I just-”

“I don’t have 45 minutes. You’re now down to 28 minutes before the food should be placed on my fucking desk and ready to go.” “Mr. Rogers there’s nothing I can do-” “Maybe you can be assertive next time, Jackie, or you’ll be out of a job in a second. Figure it out.” He slammed the phone back on the desk with a loud bang, grunting and rubbing his hand over his face. Leaning back he reflected on your words. “Yet”. If you were the one in charge of that, the food would have been on his desk in 20 minutes, not ready in 45.

It didn’t only annoy him that clearly his associates had no ability to think outside of the little boxes they had placed themselves in, but he was talking about you. Although no one at the office, or in the company, knew you two were dating, anyone who got in the way of you would be fired in a hot second. In a moment he could have them standing outside his skyscraper, box in hands sobbing if they even attempted to bother you. You were not only the most precious asset to his company, you were the most precious thing in his life.

He continued his work, not worry too much about how everything was going outside of his office. If anyone fucked up, he would fire them. Easy as that. Once again, his gratitude for you grew greater and greater as he got a text from you.

Please don’t say you’re going to hard on people. I know you’re kind of an ass of a boss, but at least go a little easy on them today. Xo, Y/N

He couldn’t help but smile a little bit. Damn right he was an ass of a boss, and he prided himself on it. As he began responding, Jackie rushed in, looking both winded and scared. “Here you are, Mr. Rogers.” She placed the three bags full of food on his desk.

“You’re three minutes late.” He sat up, looking over the bags, “If I wasn’t in a good mood you would be fired. I’ll let you off on this one.” He sighed, she stood there and took a deep sigh.

“T-thank you, Mr. Rogers.” She nervously walked out.

Trying not to, babe :). Try to be nice to yourself, too, you deserve it. Xo, Steve

He responded, smiling as he sent it, counting down the minutes to be home with you, cooing you and comforting you. He wanted nothing more than to just sit with you all day and watch TV shows, hearing your snarky and stupid commentary. He loved every moment of it.

He removed his mind from his favorite topic, you, and decided to try and focus on some work, as a distraction from the fact he couldn’t be right there with you. Scrolling through stupid emails and paperwork only made his need to be with you all that much worst, his watch not moving fast enough for his liking. With a frustrated sigh he took matters into his own hands.

Stuffing his work in his workbag, he grabbed his phone, getting up and storming out of his office with the take out bags. Everyone looked up at him, confusion and worry ridden all over their faces. He never left early, let alone an hour early.

“Um, Mr. Rogers,” One of his associates perked up, trailing behind him a bit.

“What.” He snapped, not changing his gaze from straight ahead.

“You have that meeting in an hour with Mr. Wilson, where are you going-” Steve stopped in his tracks, turning around to face the boy behind him with a grimace look. “Where I am going is none of your business. And reschedule the meeting with him, he’ll understanding.” And just like that, the man took off again, leaving out the doors and to his car. Slamming his door, he messily started the ignition, holding the leather steering wheel to his Audi, knuckles turning white with annoyance.

His face was blank as he sped through New York traffic, aggressively beeping at all the idiots in his way. He knew you would be scolding the shit out of him right now if you were in the passenger seat, letting him know that you thought he should go back to driving school. He would just lightly smile at your spunk, loving it ever so much.

Speeding into your parking garage underground, he managed to finally find a spot, cursing himself out numerous times for not being there earlier to save one of these now filled spaces. He grabbed his keys and bags with speed, clumsily hanging onto everything, only determined to get to you.

He made his way up the elevator from the parking garage to floor 34, where you were. The elevator was far too slow, in his opinion. He had been meaning to get you a new apartment recently, not that your apartment wasn’t safe or anything. It just wasn’t nice or good enough for you, in his opinion. Granted, nothing in this world would be good enough for you in his eyes. You deserved every damn thing.

He walked out of the elevator, perseverance painted across his face. Finally, he made it to the far end of the carpeted hallway, grabbing your key off of his key ring and placed it in, taking a sigh when it opened. “Baby?” He called, his entire mood changing in a second at the smell and sight of your home. When there was no response, he quietly shut the door, locking it, placing the bags of food on the counter.

Taking his work shoes off along with his jacket and tie, he crept into your room. There you were, an angel from the heavens in his sight, scrunched up in your own warmth under your large comforter, your favorite blanket sprawled out over you. He smiled to himself, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt and removing his cuffs.

Climbing into bed next to you as easily as he could, in hopes he wouldn’t stir you, he placed his large arm over your body, shorter than his, and moved himself closer to you, providing warmth. You moved a bit with a light groan, “Stevie?” You asked, still half asleep, but moving over and closer to his warmth so now you were now the little spoon.

“Hey, baby doll.” He whispered with a smile, kissing the top of you head. “Go back to sleep, m’kay? You need rest.” You shook your head with a yawn, opening your eyes to see the man you loved, a smile growing across your face.

“You woke me up.” You slightly laughed.

“’M sorry.” He smiled back, taking your messy, natural, unbrushed hair in his fingers and brushing out some of the small tangles.

“It’s okay.” You moved even closer to him so every inch of your side was touching his warmth.

“Have you eaten anything today?” He asked next, with a sweet, calming voice. You shook your head into his shoulder, “Okay,” He muttered, “I brought you some food.” “Stevie I’m not that hungry-”

“I got you chicken tenders.” He countered. You sighed in defeat.

“Fine.” You replied, rolling over just a bit to let him go get it. He got the memo, getting up and quickly retrieving the take out boxes.

“Here ya go, babe.” He smiled, helping you sit up, and giving the box to you.

You graciously accepted the food, opening it and taking a bite, sighing with a smile. “Best boyfriend ever.” You smiled, taking another bite and leaning your head on his shoulder. “So,” You began, “How was the office today?” He scoffed, “A nightmare.” You chuckled.

“Of course it was.”

“I had four people playing my assistants today, and not a single one could send an email to Stark or Barnes, my two most prominent allies in this business. It’s ridiculous-” “Steve,” You interrupted, “I already sent those emails today.” “For real?” He turned to you, his face turning serious, “You have a fever of 102, can barely move, and you sent two emails?” “And faxed over some paper work, and scheduled a few of your meetings for next month, and got your next travel itinerary set.” You responded.

“Jeez,” He sighed, at a complete lose for words, “You are one of a kind, you know that? Literally the most incredible person at that company, or most companies for that matter.” You lightly smiled.

“No need to flatter me, I was doing my job.” You blew it off.

“Your job today was to rest and relax.” “Steven,” You looked up at him, “You’re forgetting who I am. I’m not relaxing until my work is done,” You continued, “Now that it is, I say we watch some TV for the rest of the night. Game of Thrones or Westworld?” You asked next. He just looked at you confused, “Westworld it is.” You replied, grabbing your remote on your bedside. “Now c’mon, you need to relax too. I can feel how tense you are from here.”

“Fine.” He replied, reluctantly loosening his shoulders a bit.

“There you go babe,” You smiled, sniffling a bit due to your current condition right after, “Just relax a little. We’re not at work, no stupid people.” He lightly laughed. Using his hand, he took your chin and moved your head to look at his face.

“I’m the luckiest guy in the world, you know that?” You smiled and maneuvered your head to his shoulder again.

“Not nearly as lucky as I am to have you, Mr. Rogers.”

[the-daily-multi-fandom-post]

✨Hi✨

Can I have murphy x reader ???????

Reader tends to hold their breath and not breathe when they're scared. Murphy finds this out when reader holds their breath for so long that they pass out from lack of oxygen?

✨Thank you✨

A/N: I hope you like this. I havent wrote for Z-nation yet. So I am very excited! Thank you for requesting, if you have any more for z-nation please let me know!

Summary: 

Warnings;

Show/movie: Z-Nation

Paring: Murphy x reader

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You’ve had this habit since you were a kid. Every time you were scared you would hold your breath. It was like if you held your breath then time would stop, like nothing could hurt you. You’ve only passed out once from holding your breath and that was when you were in high school having to present your paper in front of your whole class.

You were walking beside Murphy as horse of Zombies rounded a corner. You were spooked and stumbled backwards, but you quickly got up aiming your silver and white .45 pistols at the zombies foreheads. Everyone around you doing the same. You were fine, this was fine, but when you found your group cornered it scared the hell out of you.

“What do we do?” Addy asked warren taking the words from you. “Over here!” 10k said as he found a building that was just a couple meters away in the woods. “Come on.” The group ran. Warren, Addy and you were the first ones inside aiming your guns making sure there wasn’t any zombies. When it was clear the others came in.

It was a small little shack of a house in the woods. It had two bedrooms, a small living room, one tiny bathroom, and the kitchen that looked like it was out dated by 30 years.

“Will stay here until the horde passes.” Warren said as she shut and locked the door. You looked through the shack trying to find anything useful that’s when you opened the bedroom door. A couple bats flew out of the room making you jump and Squeal. Murphy laughed as he sat down beside you on the dusty couch. “What scared of a couple bats?” You shook your head as you continued going into the room.

Whoever was in the room left in a hurry. The Drawers were pulled out of the dresser. Clothes were thrown over the bed. A few pictures crooked on the wall, a few empty, dusty spots on the wall were pictures once were. You heard footsteps behind ou and you turned seeing warren.

“A family.” She said looking at the picture you had plucked from the wall. You nodded, your fingers cleaning the dust off the frame. “You have a family before this?” She asked, you nodded, but also shurgged.

“My baby brother. I took care of him. He, Umm. He died back when all this shit began. He didn’t listen to me and ran out of the house while two or three zombies were right in front of the house. He ran too fast for me to stop him and they killed him right in front of me. Mom, well she’s been out of the picture since I was 13. She decided I was old enough to take care of brother, who was just a baby then. So she ran off with some dude paying for her drugs and my dad died in the service. Back when my brother was born.” You answered tears pricking your eyes but you quickly whiped them away.

“I’m sorry.” Warren sympatheticly Said to you. You nodded as you whispered a “me too”. Warren walked out of the bed room as you sat down on the bed. Just staring at the picture in your hand. You weren’t an emotional person. You rarely showed when you were upset. Ever since you were young you had to act like nothing was wrong. As if your life was just sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns. But truthfully you just felt overwhelmed. Life was just being overwhelming.

“Can I come in?” Murphy asked as he walked up to the door frame. You looked up at him nd nodded. “What’s up, buttercup?” He asked sitting beside you and bumping your arm. “The sky.” You joked sarcastically with a smile. “I have got to learn to stop saying that. You say that every time.” You giggled as you looked down at your hands. Putting the picture frame onto the dresser then laying down on the bed.

“Do you ever feel overwhelmed?” You asked, completely forgetting who you were talking to. “Uh, hi my name is Murphy. People call me the Murphy. Nice to meet you.” He said sarcastically. You rolled your eyes as you faced him. “I hate you.” He knew you didn’t mean that. The two of you had a weird friendship. You both ran into each other when he first became the mission. You actually talk to him as if he were a person, not as “the package.” You friendship grew into more of an relationship but neither would admit it. I mean the two of you have came so close to kissing but 10k or doc always interrupts.

“Sorry, bad question.” You spoke. Putting your arm over your eyes, blocking the sunlight. You felt the bed shift and automatically assumed he was leaving. But when you felt the bed shift and an arm slip around you, you didn’t jump. You knew the only person who would wrap their arms around you would be Murphy.

“What’s got you so stressed?” He asked his arms wrapped around you as the two of you spooned. Him being the big spoon holding you. And you resting against his chest enjoying the comfort.

“I don’t know. Life.” You laughed and shrugged. “It’s just. We’re taking you to California and we don’t even know what’s going to happen to you. I mean, they could just be killing you. Or torcher you or something. I don’t know. I-I’m just over thinking is all.” You spoke looking at the white wall in front of you. Murphy sighed as he pulled you so he could look at you correctly. He stared into your Y/e/c eyes and smiled. He leaned forwards kissing your forehead.

“You don’t have to worry about me.” He tried to get her to stop worrying. He didn’t want to go to California. He too was worried about going. He wouldn’t tell anyone that but he truly was.

“You guys are gross.” 10k said as he just so happen to walk into the room. “Kid, you don’t know gross.” You told him with a laugh. He nodded as he looked at you. “I just wanted to sleep on a bed while we had one, but you two have this one occupied and warren decided I could sleep in this one since addy had called the other one. Just as Murphy was about to say something you covered his mouth with your hand. “Of course. Come in lazy get up!” You said as your tried to pull out of Murphy’s thought grip. He groaned as he released you. “And for a minute I thought we were having a moment.” 10k laughed, “yeah a gross moment.”

An hour passed and the horde passed. You sat on the couch as Murphy laid across it, his head lying on your lap as doc sat across from you on a small love seat. “Is it weird?” Doc asked looking at you and Murphy. “Is what weird?” You asked completely confused at what Doc was asking. “Being in a relationship during the zombie apocalypse.” He answered looking at the two of you. You looked at him bewildered. “We-” “we’re not in a relationship.” Murphy ended the conversation quickly. He got grumpy all of a sudden. As if someone had just bursted his bubble. “Oh, sorry. It just seems like the two of you are a couple. I could’ve bet the two of you were together like a couple.” You nodded not knowing what to say.

“I don’t think he likes me like that.” You say all of a sudden without thinking. Murphy grows stiff and then tried to relax. “How is that? I mean he is literally only nice to you.” You just then began to think about it. Yeah the two of you flirted all the tile, but you never thought it was more then a flirty friendship.

“Alright, it’s clear of puppies and kittens I think we should get going.” Warren said as she came back inside the house. “I found a truck well take that. It’ll get us pretty far. Grab your stuff and take it to the truck. We’re leaving.” You grabbed your book bag and your rifle you carried. Your book bag had what you needed in it. (First aid kit, emergency food that you don’t plan on telling anyone about until it is needed. A water bottle. Stuff to make a fire, And girl stuff aka (pads, tampons, and Midol, and other pain meds.)

You sat in the bed of the pick up truck. The inside on fit three people. So you, Murphy and 10k sat in the bed of the truck. Addy, warren and doc sat in the cab of the truck. The truck was running good and somehow had a full tank of gas with an extra tank of gas on the back of it. It was complete luck finding the truck.

Days passed when you guys finally ran out of gas. The only thing was a storm had came. You hated storms. It was like it was a little bit of rain and wind. Heck, you would welcome that with open arms. But no, it had to be nothing but wind that seemed to be going 30 miles an hour, it was pouring rain and the thunder and lightning scared you every time you would hear the loud crashing boom.

“Are you okay?” Murphy asked, you jumped as the loud boom shook the store the group had found. “Yeah, just hate storms is all.” You spoke quickly looking at Murphy then jumping Sharon as you felt the store shake. Holding your breath as you sat down with you back against the wall and you head in your hands.

The group left you alone for a few minutes, just thinking you needed to be alone for a few minutes. But that is until you had passed out. Murphy was right by your side before anyone could get to you.

You had stopped breathing which worried him to death. “She’s stopped breathing!” He stressed looking at the group. He shook you some then he decided to give you mouth to mouth. (That’s how bad you had stopped breathing he thought you were dead. Geez gotta worry the group girl. 😂)

With a gasp you woke up. Looking at Murphy as he was practically holding you in his arms. “Wha-t happen?” You asked while sitting up. “You passed out from the lack of oxygen.” You looked at doc confused until you remembered. “Oh,” addy nodded, “Yeah, you have a bad habit of holding your breath while your scared. You gotta get out of that habit.” You nodded as you looked at Murphy and then to 10k who was just staring.

“What ya staring at?” You asked the kid. “Nothing, it’s just. Nothing.” He shook his head. “What I think he’s trying to say Is the two of you are still holding onto each other like it’s y’all last day on earth.” Doc finished for 10k. “Y’all need to kiss already and get the gross part over with.” Everyone looked at Warren shocked. She usually was not really into the gushy relationship stuff.

Murphy rolled his eyes as he looked down at your blushing self. You looked at him and shurgged. “Just get it over with. I can’t deal with you two staring at each other while the other isn’t looking.” Both of you rolled your eyes as you looked at each other. Looking into his eyes you placed a quick kiss to his lips. Everyone sighed shaking their heads. “That wasn’t barely even a peck.” Addy teased looking at you and you shook your head at her. Murphy pulled you closer stopping you from asking what he was doing with a passionate kiss.

“Wow.” You whispered, looking into his eyes. Kinda in shock. “Yeah,” he agreed looking in your e/y/c eyes. “That was cute, but now we need to get some sleep if we’re gonna get walking tomorrow.” Everyone nodded grabbing blankets they had found in the store making a makeshift beds and trying to go to sleep. Warren deciding to take first shift to stay up. Taking her spot beside the only entrance to the store.

You lied down beside Murphy. His arms comfortably wrapped around you as the two of you quickly fell asleep. This is where your safe place was, Murphy. He just seemed to ground you. And that’s the way he felt with you. The two of you just grounded each other.

And that’s the way I’m ending this story. Lol 😂 hope y’all liked it! ❤️🖤

Request for Z nation are welcome.

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[galaxitic]

Nobody??? I'm a somebody!!! Tell me about your charactersssss

You are going to regret asking this. I will now proceed to explain to you my entire plot as it stands.

Just so you know, it’s very much incomplete.

........Well, we’re gonna have to start with the basic facts about my WIP, I guess—

(Also: potential trigger warnings for PTSD, war, drugging, hallucinations, torture, death, suicide, and a lot of other dark themes)

In summary, my story’s about a revolution that takes place in the tyrannical kingdom of Idris. We have three perspective characters (listed in no particular order):

- Brinne Alistair (22), the queen of the kingdom. Controlling, emotional, paranoid. Has bipolar disorder.

- Adrian Caldaver (22), the queen’s advisor. Timid, visionary, guilt-ridden.

- Rowen Pierce (25), the leader of a major rebellion in Idris. Passionate, sadistic, determined.

We also have four secondary characters as the story is right now (though that number’s undoubtedly going to go up over time):

- Lennox Warren (22), a noble of the kingdom. Controls criminal justice. Rigid, professional, calculating.

- Grace Hudson (22), another noble (although she’s secretly part of the rebellion). Controls public relations with other countries. Persistent, analytical, zealous.

- Evander Pierce (27), Rowen’s brother and moral compass right-hand-man in the revolution. Pragmatic, serious, good-natured.

- Zurielle Tessing (20), a noble of the kingdom, and Adrian’s fiancée. Shy, practical, melancholy.

We can probably start with some history. Six years before the actual story begins, before Brinne is queen, there’s an attack on the castle lead by none other than Rowen herself. Shit goes down, and a fuck ton of nobles and royalty die, including the parents of all my characters in nobility. 

Brinne and Adrian aren’t killed, but Adrian is shot in the leg and Brinne is not only stabbed, but also gets the symbol of the revolution carved into her left cheek by Rowen. They’re both left to die, but neither of their wounds are fatal.

Flash forward five years, they both have PTSD from the incident.

Starting with the actual storyline, Rowen infiltrates the castle with help from Grace, looking for both Adrian and Lennox. She enlists their help in her revolution, promising that if they lend her their aid, they won’t be killed. They both agree.

Specifically, Adrian’s job is to convince Brinne not to make any decisions that oppress the people further. Lennox’s is to make criminal punishments more lenient, because the rebels are going to be committing a hell of a lot of crimes. Both are instructed not to get in each other’s way.

✨Time skipping✨, Grace executes a plan to fake her death and escape living as a noble. Her motives for it are somewhat tentative as of now, but they’re related to being able to work closer with the revolution and have it be less risky.

Over the next six months or so, Grace and Rowen do some gay shit, and Grace does a ton of stuff for the revolution. Things are going better than ever.

...That is, until Grace is found and arrested for treason.

Rowen goes to the castle after Grace’s arrest in an attempt to negotiate with Lennox for her. However, in the process, Lennox shoots and arrests Rowen as well.

Rowen is put on death row for treason (as is Grace), but before her execution, she’s sent to be interrogated by Lennox. Lennox finds a file on Rowen in the castle archives of the kingdom’s citizens, and based off information in it, he has Evander detained in the dungeons as well. Through Rowen’s interrogation, she refuses to say anything until Lennox threatens Evander’s life in front of her. That gets her...real talkative, to say the least.

Post-interrogation Rowen is not doing so well. She isn’t dehydrated or starving anymore, but the only food and water she’s given in captivity is heavily sedated and laced with hallucinogens. Lucky for her, though, Adrian comes to rescue her (and Evander and Grace) via Methods I Don’t Know Yet. His motives behind it largely relate back to his guilt and moral dilemma, but they’re also fear-based.

When Rowen, Evander, and Adrian get to Grace’s cell, she’s dead. She’d committed suicide with a vial of poison that revolutionaries have on them at all times after hearing that Rowen was captured. However, since Rowen is still under the effects of hallucinogens, she hallucinates that Grace is alive and well, and escaping with them.

When Rowen and Evander make it back to where they live, and it processes that Grace is dead, Rowen’s mental state collapses.

Adrian feels exceedingly guilty over helping the traitors, and figures the least he can do is tell Lennox they’re gone. He does, and Lennox decides it isn’t safe for him to stay in the kingdom.

He flees to another country with some rather...unconventional help from Brinne. He puts a gun to her head and demands permission to leave the kingdom, to which she complies. Brinne nearly kills herself after aiding him, but stops herself out of fear of death.

There’s going to be a lot in between that and the next thing, but I don’t know what any of it is yet - all I know is that after some time, the actual revolution both starts and ends, and spoiler alert: the rebels win.

Great! So the war is won, the people are happy, and now they just have to decide what to do with the queen. Rowen and Evander argue over how to kill her, which seems like a pointless argument, but considering Rowen’s idea is to burn her alive, it’s not really unreasonable that Evander’d want something more humane. If only he’d won the argument.

After being completely humiliated, Brinne is burned alive, and all the remaining nobles in the kingdom are hanged.

Meanwhile, Adrian finally does the same thing Lennox did: he runs. Specifically to the country next over. After a whole day of not stopping to rest, he eventually comes across a secluded cottage right on the beach. Not what he’s used to, but it’ll work.

Over the next year, Rowen works to establish a just government in Idris. Things go surprisingly well for her.

Adrian, on the other hand, is not doing okay at all. He’s completely suicidal at this point, and has attempted both drowning and starving himself.

Rowen visits the country Adrian is in for a diplomatic mission of sorts. She realizes there’s a beach nearby where she’s staying, and she’s never seen the ocean before, so she figures she might as well go.

She finds Adrian there, who’s contemplating suicide again. Adrian asks her to kill him using the knife she has on her, and at first she refuses, claiming she has no reason to. After some persuasion, though, she caves. She stabs him right below his ribs, and using the last of his strength, Adrian takes her knife and stabs himself a second time.

Rowen is scarred. She tells no one about that day, not even Evander. In truth, Adrian and her were always equally scared of each other, to an extent, and Rowen’s fear of him only increased with the encounter.

I’m bad at endings, but pretty sure it’s going to end with a reflection on Rowen’s part.

So yeah, that’s my WIP! I’m so sorry this was so long - I really hope at least somebody took the time to read all that, cause it took a super long time to write.

I really do crave validation for this - commenting/reblogging would mean the world to me, and asking me further questions or DMing me about it would mean even more. Thank you so much if you read all the way through that...I love y’all more than I can describe. Please don’t be shy to ask me more about any of this, it’d legitimately make my day.

[sunsetelo]

I'm Scared

Word count: 1466

Summary:

10K misses being a kid. That is all. Enjoy the angsty fic with family dynamics.

⚠️TW// mentions of suicidal thoughts and brief descriptions of blood⚠️

10k hated feeling weak. When you're the youngest out of the group, it's hard to act strong. They expect so much from you because they expect that you act like an adult when you're still traumatized by the world around you that stole your youth at a young age. Ten Thousand was scared even though he looked calm on the outside. No one knew that battles he fought constantly with himself. Not even Doc. 

Warren and the others had found an abandoned cabin to stay for the night and Murphy had just thrown another "temper tantrum".

"Come on Warren," Murphy sighed. "This place looks very questionable. Can't we stay at a four seasons or something!"

"Just be thankful that we don't leave you tied up to a sign naked." Doc replied with a smirk. 

Normally 10k would give a soft chuckle or a slight grin but lately he hasn't felt 100%. He was only seventeen, just a kid and he needed a break. His feet were numb, his face was pale (well more pale than usual), and his dark circles seemed to be more prominent under his eyes. He felt selfish for wanting to take a break because he figured everyone was just as tired and miserable as he was. 

For once he was thankful for Murphy's bickering. It landed them at a pretty ratchet but decent place to stay and oh God, he needed a nap. 

"Okay everyone pair up and scope the place for any puppies and kittens," Warren directed, "10k, Doc, you head upstairs, Addy, Murphy, and I will take the 1st floor." 

10k followed her orders and headed up the rickety wooden staircase. The journey was silent as the pair searched the area. Doc headed into the right side of the floor while 10k entered the other side. He quickly opened a door that revealed a child's room. The place was trashed but some things remained on the wall: a picture frame of a family. A little kid, a boy around ten was hugging his father. 

10K missed his dad. He missed a lot of things. The hunting trips, the boat rides to the middle of the lake, him showing his dad a picture that he drew and his mom hanging it on the fridge. God, he missed her. Her raven hair always smelled like vanilla and lavender. Her smile was brighter than any star in the damn solar system. Her voice was soft like a cloud and sweet like honey. Her hugs warmer than any blanket. He missed her homemade pancakes and waffles. He'd give anything just to be with them again. 

10k was too lost in his head that he didn't hear the voices shouting his name. 

"-10K! HEY KID!"

His head shot to the door where the banging was coming from. That was odd. He didn't remember closing the door. He went to open the door but the knob was jammed. 

"Hey! I'm fine, Doc!" 10K shouted through the door, "the door is jammed! I'm going through the window!"

"What? No!" The older man yelled in protest but it was too late. 10k was already halfway through the window. 

10k scaled down the house very slowly. The wood was rotting and if he wasn't too careful then he would fall and breaking a bone would not be fun. There were wood chunks poking out of the walls. He used them as a ladder to get down. He was five feet from the ground when he thought he was gonna make it but a glass shard pierced his hand, causing him to wince and break whatever leverage he had onto the side of the cabin. He fell into some dead bushes and curled up into a ball. 

All he could feel was the burning pain in his hand and his racing heart. Tears wielded up in his eyes and that's when he officially broke. His breaking point was getting a small shard of glass in his hand and falling barely 5 feet into a pile of twigs and dead leaves. Weak. Was all he could think. He just wanted his mom. He just wanted to be held and be told that it was gonna be okay but it's not. He was scared, broken, and weak! 

He didn't even feel the hands on his shoulders until they tried to break him from the fetal position that he was sitting in. He assumed they were Z's and for once he was willing for them to take him...

"10K, what happened?" Warren's voice calmly asked the sobbing teen.

"I- I fell and got g- glass in my hand!" He cried while still trying to pull away from everyone. 

Addy and Warren were in shock. They rarely see him cry, especially over something so "minor". He has been through worse so why so upset over this? 

"Hey, 10k, "Addy cooed, "can you please sit up and let us look over your injuries?"

10k didn't want to. Not because he was scared of getting the glass removed but he just didn't want to get better. Maybe an infection would be an easier way to go out. Maybe if they left them there he could finally sleep and maybe some hungry zombies would find him and feast on him in his permanent sleep. 

"I- I can't do it anymore," he croaked out. 

Doc and Murphy soon came running out. Doc was getting worried due to them taking so long and Murphy was getting impatient and hungry. 

"What is taking the kid so damn long?" The blue man snapped. "Tell him to walk it off so we can eat already." 

Addy and Warren both snapped their heads at the blue asshole who seemed to grow concerned after seeing the teen rolled up into a tight ball on the ground with blood dripping from his hand. He quickly scooped up the kid and brought him to the cabin and set him on one of the more decent couches. 

"I did that because I'm hungry, not because I care about you." 

10k eyes were clouded with too many tears to even give a shit. The warmth felt nice anyways. 

The other rushed in while Doc fetched the first aid kit. He quickly was at the kids side with a cloth, tweezers, alcohol, and a bandage wrap. Addy is stroking his raven hair while Warren is wiping the tears from his pale face. Doc silently works on the boy's hand and pulls that glass out flawlessly. 10k doesn't even flinch. 

10k was out cold. Warren draped a blanket over the sleeping teen while Doc and Murphy got started on dinner. 

While he slept, everyone had a conversation about 10K. They have never seen him this vulnerable and small. It hurt them. 

"God, I forgot just how young they are."

An hour after eating Doc forced himself to wake up the kid. He looked so peaceful and relaxed but the last time any of them ate was yesterday morning. 

"Hey Kiddo," Doc said, "I brought you some stew." 

10k buries his head into the blanket as Doc shakes his shoulders. 

"Come on, you need to eat." He sighs. 

"M' not hungry." 

"Bull shit," Addy calls from the other side of the room.

Warren and Doc huddle around the teen. "Listen Baby Boy, I know what happened to you up there. I went into the room and saw the pictures and they made me feel sick to my stomach too. I get it. You're just a kid and you shouldn't be going through any of this and we often forget that. You are the strongest, most brave kid I ever met." 

10k thought that falling was his breaking point but no, this was. He began crying as sobs left his mouth. Warren cradled her kid. 10k was her kid. She always seen him as a son. Doc viewed him the same way but 10K just couldn't see it. He couldn't see the found family that he made right here. 

"I'm scared." 

"I know."

10K wrapped around Warren like a koala bear and put his face into the crook of her neck. He would often lay like this when he was younger with his mom. He was seventeen now and the familiar position brought comfort to the teen. He became drowsy once again and before sleep overcame him he whispered one last thing.

"Love you, mom."

Warren stroked his hair and kissed his forehead. "Love you too, Baby Boy."

Not my best work but it was an old drabble that I needed to finish that accidentally turned into a vent fic. Also not really edited because it's late. Oops-

[bechloeislegit]

Summer Lovin’

Prompt from Tumblr User Anonymous: Bechloe High School AU One-Shot. (Full prompt is at the end of the story because I don't want to give everything away.)

Beca was laying on her bed with a smile on her face as the thought back to three days ago when she had to say goodbye to her new girlfriend

It was the last night before Beca was to leave Tampa to return home. She and Chloe sat on the beach watching the sunset. Beca was sitting behind Chloe; Chloe was sitting between Beca's legs, leaning against her.

"I don't want to go home," Beca said.

"I don't want you to go either," Chloe said.

Chloe turned to face Beca and was pulled into a hug.

Beca cleared her throat and whispered in Chloe's ear. "So, um, I was wondering if you would be my girlfriend."

Beca felt Chloe tense up and pulled back to look at her.

"I figure that Barden is only about a six-hour drive and that maybe I can drive down once a month or on holidays to see you. I mean, if you want to try the long-distance thing."

"Yes!" Chloe said. "I'd love to be your girlfriend. And I most definitely want to do the long-distance thing. You're it for me, Beca. No amount of distance will change that."

"I feel the same way," Beca said. She kissed Chloe and broke the kiss with a chuckle. "My friends at Barden High are going to freak when I tell them about you."

Chloe put her palm against Beca's cheek and looked into Beca's eyes.

"I love you, Beca," Chloe whispered just as her lips met Beca's.

Beca pressed forward and deepened the kiss.

"I love you, too," Beca said as the kiss came to an end.

Beca sent a text to Chloe wishing her goodnight and settled into bed. When she closed her eyes, a smile came to her face as visions of vibrant blue eyes and red hair ran through her head. She sighed as sleep overtook her.

The next morning, Beca woke to her alarm and jumped out of bed to get ready for the day. She checked her phone and saw that Chloe had already texted her a good morning.

Beca texted back, wishing Chloe a good morning as well as a good first day of school.

After a quick shower, Beca got dressed and made her way downstairs. She was smiling as she entered the dining room to find her father and stepmother.

"It's the first day of school, and you're smiling," Warren, Beca's father, commented. "What's going on?"

"It's the first day of Senior Year," Beca said, grabbing an apple from the bowl on the table. "And I've missed my friends over the summer. Today will be the first time I've seen them since the last day of school. I have a lot to tell them."

"You mean you can't wait to brag about your new girlfriend," Sheila, Beca's stepmother, said.

"That too," Beca said with a laugh.

"I have to go," Warren said. "Have a good day at school."

"I have to go, too," Beca said. "I promised Jesse and Stacie I'd meet them early so we can catch up before classes start. See you later, Sheila."

"Have a good day," Sheila called out as Beca, and her father both left.

A short drive later, Beca pulled into the school's parking lot and parked next to Stacie's car.

"Hey, Stace," Beca called out as she turned off her engine.

"Hey, short shit," Stacie said. "Get out so I can hug you."

"Yuck," Beca said, making a face.

Beca got out, and Stacie pulled her into a hug.

"I missed you this summer," Stacie said. "It was so boring without you around."

"I missed you, too," Beca said, pulling out of the hug and grabbing her book bag from her car.

Beca hopped up onto the hood of Stacie's car. Stacie leaned against the front.

"Where's Jesse?" Beca asked, looking around.

"He's always late," Stacie said. "How was your summer?"

"Awesome!" Beca exclaimed.

"Oh, do tell," Stacie said, looking at Beca.

"I met a girl," Beca said, causing Stacie's eyes to widen.

"What?" Stacie asked. "Why is this the first I'm hearing of this? Where, when, and how?"

"She lives in Tampa, near my mom," Beca said. "I met her the second day I was there."

A car horn beeping stopped Beca. The two friends looked to see Jesse parking a few spaces away. They watched and waited for Jesse to join them.

"Hello, ladies," Jesse said, grinning at the two. "How's it going?"

"Beca met a girl," Stacie blurted out.

"Seriously?" Jesse asked wide-eyed.

"Yep," Stacie said. "She was just giving me the details."

"You started without me?" Jesse pouted.

"You didn't miss much," Beca said. "I just told Stacie I met her in Tampa on the second day I was there to visit my mom and grandmother."

"So, continue," Jesse said.

"She's the daughter of my mom's friend, Charlotte," Beca said. "My mom met her at the local community center, and they hit it off. My mom was going to the center for a wine and paint thing and asked me to go with her so we could spend time together. I went, and Chloe was there with her mom. That's when we met."

"What's she like?" Stacie asked. "Is she real?"

"Why would you ask that?" Beca asked, furrowing her brows.

"Well, is she?" Jesse asked.

"Of course, she's real," Beca said. "She's also gorgeous and probably the nicest person I ever met."

"Wait," Jesse said, looking skeptical. "You met a nice girl, and she liked you?"

"What the hell kind of question is that?" Beca asked.

"You don't do nice girls, Beca," Jesse said. "Plus, you usually scare them away with your dark and broody attitude. It's normal for us to be skeptical."

"Shut up," Beca said. "I did meet a nice girl, and she agreed to be my girlfriend before I left to come home."

"Come on, Beca," Jesse said. "I'm not buying it. Do you have a picture of her?"

"Well, no, but-"

"No picture, no proof," Jesse said just as a bell sounded. "There's the first bell. We should get inside."

Jesse walked away, and Beca frowned.

"She is a nice girl, and she did agree to be my girlfriend," Beca mumbled.

"I'm sure she did," Stacie said. "We'll talk about her at lunch."

"She is my girlfriend," Beca said.

Stacie smiled and grabbed Beca by the arm, leading her into the building.

~ Summer Lovin' ~

By lunchtime, Beca was even angrier at Jesse and Stacie. They kept giving her a hard time about her new "girlfriend." They used the finger quotes every time they talked about her.

Beca sat down with her lunch and waited for her friends. She pulled out her phone while she waited and texted her girlfriend. She smiled as she re-read the text to make sure it sounded okay before hitting send.

"Beca Effin' Mitchell!"

Beca looked up to see her friend Fat Amy stomping over to the table. She smiled as Amy plopped down her tray and grabbed Beca out of her seat and into a bear hug.

"Oh, my God, Amy," Beca squeaked out. "Put me down!"

"I missed you, skinny bitch," Fat Amy said as she let go and sat down. "I heard from Stacie that you have a fake girlfriend."

Beca scoffed. "She's not fake! I don't know why it's so hard to believe I have a girlfriend."

"Calm down, Beca," Fat Amy said. "I didn't mean anything by it."

"Is she still trying to convince us she has a girlfriend?" Jesse asked as he sat next to Fat Amy.

"Yeah," Fat Amy said.

"Leave her alone, you two," Stacie said.

"Thank you, Stacie," Beca said.

"Let her pretend she has a girlfriend if she wants," Stacie said with a shrug. "It's not hurting anyone."

"I hate you all," Beca grumbled as she bit into her sandwich.

"Don't get mad at us, Beca," Jesse said. "You have to admit you don't have the best track record with getting the girl."

"Neither do you," Beca shot back.

"Ooh, girl fight," Fat Amy said.

"Shut up, Amy," Jesse said. "Yeah, I liked Beca when we first met, but I didn't know she was gay."

"You also liked Aubrey," Stacie said. "Who is bi and has a girlfriend. And what about Jessica and Ashley? Gay for each other."

"Okay, okay, I get it," Jesse said. "I have no gaydar. But that doesn't mean that the girl Beca describes exists in her world."

"My word isn't good enough?" Beca asked, glaring at Jesse.

"In this instance, no," Jesse retorted. "You need to prove it."

"I don't have to prove anything to you," Beca said.

"Come on, Beca," Fat Amy said. "Just show him a picture. That should shut him up."

"I, uh, don't have one," Beca said. "I left my phone at home whenever we were together. I didn't want any distractions from the time we got to spend together."

"Oh," Fat Amy said. "In that case, I guess I have to side with the J-man."

"Thank you," Jesse said. "It's like I said before, no picture, no proof."

"Fine," Beca said. "I'll text her and ask her to send me a selfie."

"Go ahead," Stacie said, nudging Beca's shoulder. "Ask her."

"Yeah, Beca," Jesse said, smirking. "Do it."

"Fine," Beca said. "I will."

Beca pulled out her phone and opened her text thread. She typed the ask and hit send.

"I'm sure she'll be sending it any minute," Beca said, smirking at Jesse.

"We can give her twenty minutes," Jesse said. "That's how much time we have left for lunch. I, for one, can't wait to see her pic."

Jesse's sarcasm was not lost on Beca. Beca ignored him and continued eating her lunch.

Twenty minutes later, Beca was nervously looking at her phone. There was no response from either of the texts she had sent.

Beca jumped slightly when the bell rang, signifying the end of lunch. Beca sighed because she knew what was coming.

"No pic yet, Beca?" Jesse asked. "I'm shocked. Not."

He started laughing as he walked away from the table.

"I'm sorry, Beca," Stacie said. "I want to be on your side, but Jesse's right. You do have a rep for falling easily for the wrong girl. And, maybe you did meet this person, but it sounds like she wasn't as into you as you thought. I'll see you later."

Beca huffed. "You believe me, don't you, Amy? That the girl I met is my girlfriend?"

"I believe that you believe it, Beca," Fat Amy said. "Come on, or we're going to be late."

Beca checked her phone one more time before rushing to catch up with Amy.

Beca and Fat Amy walked into class to see a group of four or five members of the football team gathered around talking.

"I'm telling you, this girl was hot," Tom said. "And she smiled at me when I saw her. I am so going to be all over that before the week is over."

"If you're talking about the new girl, stand in line," Chicago said. "I saw her when she was signing in at the office this morning. She gave me a smile that said, I want a piece of that. She is so going to be walking the halls on my arm before too long."

Beca and Fat Amy made their way to the back of the class and took their seats.

"I wonder who they're talking about," Fat Amy said.

"Who cares?" Beca said, laughing. "Once the new girl gets a look at them, she'll be running in the other direction."

Fat Amy snickered. Class started, and the two friends faced forward.

~ Summer Lovin' ~

Beca kept checking her phone, but there was no response to her text. She sighed as she stood to leave class.

Jesse and Stacie met up with Beca and Fat Amy for their next class. Jesse was all smiles when he walked in.

"I'm in love," Jesse said, collapsing onto his seat in a swoon.

"Here we go again," Stacie said. "He's been talking about this girl since I met up with him in the hall."

"She's gorgeous," Jesse said, sitting straight in his chair. "And probably the hottest girl I've ever seen."

"Who is she?" Beca asked.

"I don't know," Jesse said. "I've never seen her before. She must be new. But, we passed each other in the hall, and there was an instant connection."

"That's probably the same girl that Tom and the guys were talking about," Fat Amy said.

"Give it up, Swanson," Beca said with a laugh. "The jocks are already staking their claim. You don't stand a chance."

"Hey! I have a lot to offer a girl," Jesse said.

"Yeah, if I remember correctly, you have juice pouches and Rocky," Beca said, smirking. "That sure swept me off my feet."

"Leave him alone," Stacie said.

"Thanks, Stacie," Jesse said.

"If Jesse likes her, she's probably gay," Stacie added, causing Beca and Fat Amy to laugh.

"I hate you all," Jesse scoffed and turned away from them.

"He loves us," Stacie said. "We're the only girls that will allow him to be seen with us."

Beca and Fat Amy laughed again when Jesse flipped them all off without looking at them.

When class was over, Beca asked, "Do you guys want to go to the diner later?"

"I'm in," Stacie said. "Can we meet around five?"

"I can do five," Beca said.

"I'm in, too," Fat Amy said. "If Beca can give me a ride."

Beca nodded as Jesse said, "I'm in."

"Good," Beca said. "I'll see you all later."

Beca left and hurried to her last class. She was glad when it was finally over. She checked her phone as she hurried to her locker to put her books away.

Beca leaned against her locker and let out a sigh. Still nothing from Chloe. She was beginning to think that maybe Jesse and Stacie were right. Chloe only said she'd be her girlfriend and didn't mean it.

Beca sent a text to Fat Amy telling her she'd pick her up at four-forty-five. She got in her car and drove home.

~ Summer Lovin' ~

"Hey, Sheila," Beca said as she entered the house. "I won't be home for dinner. I'm meeting my friends at the diner."

"Okay," Sheila said. "I haven't started dinner yet. Maybe I'll make it a date night with your dad and have him take me to dinner."

"That sounds like a great idea," Beca said. "Better call him now. You know how he is. He'll go to his office and forget to come home."

"You're right about that," Sheila said, laughing. "I'm going to call him now."

"I'll be in my room until I have to pick up Fat Amy," Beca said as she walked toward the stairs.

Beca read a few chapters as part of her homework. By then, it was time to get Fat Amy and meet Jesse and Stacie.

Fat Amy greeted Beca as she got into Beca's car.

"I want to give you fair warning," Fat Amy said. "That new girl everyone's been talking about was in our last period class, and Jesse was swooning over her. She's going to be all he'll want to talk about."

"Gross," Beca said. "I hate when he has a new crush."

"I can't say that I blame him," Fat Amy said. "I'm not into the lady lovin', but there is a small chance that even I would turn for her."

"Is she really that hot?" Beca asked.

"She really is that hot," Fat Amy said. "And she seems nice. She sat near us, and Stacie and I talked to her a little. Darn, we should have invited her to the diner so she could get to know everyone."

"Maybe we can invite her next time," Beca said as she pulled into the diner's parking lot and parked.

"I see Stacie's car," Fat Amy said.

Beca was shaking her head. "I guess Jesse is late. Again."

"Let's go in," Fat Amy said.

The two friends walked in and immediately spotted Stacie. They joined Stacie, and a waitress was at the table.

"What can I get you to drink?" the waitress asked.

"Coke," Beca said.

"Same," Fat Amy responded.

"Did Amy tell you about Jesse's crush being in our last class?" Stacie asked Beca.

"Yeah," Beca said. "I can't believe everyone is fawning over this girl."

"You'd be fawning over her, too, if you saw her," Stacie said. "She's gorgeous, Beca."

"So, I've heard," Beca said.

"Hey!" Jesse called out, causing the girls to turn toward him.

Jesse stopped a waitress and asked for a Coke before joining the girls.

"I think the new girl likes me," Jesse said with a smile.

"Oh, God, here we go," Beca mumbled.

"Jesse, she barely looked at you during class," Fat Amy said.

"That may be true," Jesse said. "But, after class, she dropped her book, and I picked it up for her. She gave me this beautiful, blinding smile and said, Thanks. It was amazing."

Beca laughed and shook her head. "It sounds like she was just being nice."

"I'm sure she was," Stacie said. "She told us she has a girlfriend."

"What?" Jesse asked. "When did she tell us that?"

"When we talked at the beginning of class," Stacie said. "You weren't paying attention, except to make heart eyes at her."

"Are there any girls left at Barden who aren't gay?" Jesse asked with a sigh.

The girls were saved from answering when the waitress came by with their drinks.

"Did you all want to order some food?" the waitress asked.

They all nodded and gave the waitress their orders. Once the waitress left, Beca stood and excused herself to go to the bathroom.

Beca had been gone for a minute or two when Stacie looked up to see who had entered the diner.

"Hey," Stacie said. "There's Aubrey, and the new girl is with her. I don't remember her giving us her name, do you?"

Jesse and Amy both shook their heads. Fat Amy started waving at them and caught Aubrey's attention.

"Hey, Aubrey!" Fat Amy called across the diner. "Why don't you and the new girl join us?"

The two girls laughed and made their way over to the table.

"Hey, everyone," Aubrey said. "This is-"

"Chloe?"

The girls turned, and Chloe squealed, "Beca!"

Chloe and Beca ran to each other. Beca grabbed Chloe up and twirled her around before setting her back down. She kissed Chloe and Jesse's jaw dropped.

"No fucking way," Jesse mumbled.

"That's Beca's girlfriend?" Fat Amy asked.

"Yeah," Aubrey said. "Surprised me, too. I was asked to show her around and help her find her classes. After school, she was telling me how she had been trying to find her girlfriend to surprise her but hadn't had any luck. I asked who she was and when she told me it was Beca, I knew you guys would probably be here, so I brought Chloe."

The friends all turned to look at Beca and Chloe, standing in the middle of the diner, holding each other.

"How are you here?" Beca asked.

"My dad got a new job, and we were supposed to move next week," Chloe said. "But, my mom said I needed to be here for the first day of school, so she and I drove up over the weekend. We're staying in a hotel until the moving company delivers our furniture. I was going to tell you our plans, but when you mentioned that you attended Barden High School, I decided to surprise you instead."

"Best surprise ever," Beca said. "It was only a few days but, God, I missed you."

"I missed you, too," Chloe said.

Beca smiled and leaned in for another kiss. Chloe happily returned it. Beca pulled back and took Chloe's hand.

"Come on," Beca said. "I want you to meet my friends. They didn't believe you were real."

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Full prompt: Bechloe High School AU. Beca goes on vacation and meets Chloe. Beca comes back to school after summer vacation and tells everyone about her new girlfriend, but no one believes her. There's a new hot kid starting at school, and everyone is drooling over her. It turns out it's Chloe.

[bluefirewrites]

Sky High Mall!AU

Hey, this is an excerpt of something I started for Sky High a while ago but never got around to finishing. I’ve been thinking about this particular work because I might rework it for Julie and the Phantoms one day because it has so much potential. Thought it would be cool to share. 

So this is an AU where the kids don’t have powers and they all work at the Sky Shopping Center. It’s a Zach/ Magenta centered story with side Warren/Layla.

It would be Rated T and there is use of language in here. Enjoy! 

Magenta didn’t hate her job. But she could admit that it gets pretty tedious at times.

She really shouldn’t complain. It was a huge step up from working at the pet store. At least, here she didn’t have to clean up after guinea pigs and trying to stop kids from eating dog treats.

But it was a summer afternoon and here she was rearranging the wacky greeting cards at the mall book shop when she would rather be at home, maybe catch whatever’s on TV- really anything to keep her mind off of a certain someone...

“Why the long face, Maj?” The purple haired girl snapped out of whatever daze she was in when all of the sudden her best friend, Layla, bounced into the shop, donning her signature pigtails and wide smile.

“Did you scare a customer again?”

“No,” Magenta scrunched her face, taking the excess cards in the box and moving it to the register, “Why does that happen often anyway?”

Layla trailed behind her, maneuvering through the shelves and a couple of customers, “Maybe it’s because you just creep up behind them before you ask if they needed help.”

“Oh good, I thought it’s because I dress like this,” She gestured to her combat boots, ripped stockings, and well of course her half-dyed hair. Magenta knew her outfit didn’t scream, ‘Customer Service’, but she was always down to help a customer find a book. She had pretty much devoured half the books in there, and had reccs from her fellow book-nik friends in case she encountered the other half.

“You’re lucky though. At least, you’re not forced to wear a uniform,” Layla worked at this organic juice bar in the mall food court so of course they would have made her wear something to prepare whatever smoothies they make. The redhead did a little twirl to show off her all green attire, from the shirt, to the pants, and even her blueberry-stained apron tied at her waist.

“But you look so cute,” Magenta  tilted her head and pinched her friend’s cheeks, “Like happy broccoli.”

Layla gently brushed away her hand, pouting, “If I wanted to be patronized, I should have stayed at school. But come on, I’m off now. I just wanted to see when you’re on break,”

“Got another hour,” Magenta normally would have been off by now, but she ended up taking the evening shift this week. She wanted to change it up, for reasons that may or may involve avoiding someone who she knew worked the mornings.

“I’ll wait,” Layla leaned against the counter for a second before jumping up, eyes wide, “Oh, did it come in yet?”

Layla was referring to a gardening book that she had put in a request for some weeks ago. That girl had a green thumb through and through. Ever since they were younger, Magenta had the pleasure of sharing her strawberries that her family had grown in their backyard garden. Always the freshest, sweetest thing she had ever tasted and Magenta refused to eat any other strawberry to this day.

“Oh yeah. I think Warren got them in this morning,” She threw her head back to yell at her coworker who was stationed on the opposite side of the register, “Yo, Peace?”

If Magenta scared the customers, then Warren Peace straight up terrified them. The older guy was somehow wearing a long sleeve red shirt, slashed at the elbows, and leather, fingerless gloves on this June afternoon and seemed to glower over at everyone who would dare interrupt him from his latest reading.

At least, Magenta would smile at the patrons and actively tried to assist them. He mainly stayed behind the counter and rang people up and would occasionally restock the shelves that were a little too high for either Magenta or their manager, Jeannie, to reach.

She liked working with Warren. He knew just as much about books as her and it was fun to go on and on about their favorite authors, which of the classics were just over-glorified insights of the white man’s mind- stuff like that. Also, she was pretty sure that Warren had her beat with snarky remarks and could keep up with her sick sense of humor.

The long haired dude looked up from the book he was reading, eyes squinting at the two girls. “Purple. Hippie,” he addressed, annoyed to be ripped away from George Orwell.

Layla waved, dismissing his souriness, “Where’s the stuff from this morning?” Magenta asked.

“In the back. Where it’s supposed to be,”

Magenta pursed her lips, “Oh sorry, I mean, can you be a doll and get it for us?”

“No,”

Layla leaned over to rest her chin on the counter, “Please, Warren?” she batted her eyelashes for good measure.

Warren looked into her brown eyes and Magenta knew it was over. The boy growled before uttering out a “Fine!”, slamming his book on the table and stalking off to the back room.

Magenta whistled, impressed, “How do you do that?”

“What?”

“Get him to do stuff,” This hadn’t been the first time Warren did something un-Warren like for Layla’s sake. Magenta could count with one hand how many times Warren would actually do what was asked of him, and most of those times involved Layla in some way.

“I ask nicely. You should try it,”

“I didn’t think Hothead over there responds to nice,” Magenta noted a customer waiting to pay for their books and hopped over the counter to reach the register, 

 “...Has a stick so far up his butt that if you’d lip lock with him, you’ll get splinters,” she winked in Layla’s direction, “And I’m pretty sure you wanna do that regardless,”

Her friend flushed instantly at the insinuation, “Shut up.”  

“Make me, Broccoli,” 

She took the books from the customer and began ringing them up. The man looked to be a regular so she knew he was used to her weird antics around the store. Magenta thought for sure the stick up the ass comment would have repulsed any other old man. He merely chuckled at their interaction.

Magenta was beginning to catch on that Layla was crushing on her coworker, but figured that what was stopping her from pursuing it had been the fact that Warren is friends with her ex, Will. Her and Will were on good terms, of course, having known each other longer than Magenta had known Layla. But like, Bro Code and everything- she didn’t want to make it weird.

“Okay, someone has a bit of an attitude today. Something’s up,”

“Have a nice day” Magenta bid the customer a goodbye and handed him his bag of books before turning to Layla, “and no, I’m fine.” She shut the drawer till harder than intended which earned a side eye from the red head.

Warren emerged from the back room with a big book, sliding it over to Layla on the counter, “Here you go, Hippie. One, Gaia's Garden: A Guide to Home-Scale Permaculture, 2nd Edition.”

“Thank you so much,” Layla sent a grateful expression his way and Magenta swore that the brooding boy’s lips almost quirked into a small smile… like a real one.

Layla pulled out her wallet and handed the money over to Magenta, rattling off ecstatically about this book she was dying to get, “Been trying to get a hold of this forever. Trying to do a more polyculture type of gardening because I learned it would soon develop an environment where there’s no need for pesticides,” she glanced at Magenta, “You know how I feel about pesticides.” At which, the purple-haired girl nodded.  

“I heard the whole, line by line, neat way of laying down crops is just Euro-centric, colonizer bullshit anyway,” Warren remarked which made Magenta raise an eyebrow.

“Since when do you know shit about gardening?”

Her co-worker waved her off. Layla appeared to be surprised and a bit impressed that Warren knew something about her field of interest, “Warren is right though. The whole polyculture gardening is much more sustainable and we do look to Indigenous cultures for that technique.”

Then, Magenta watched as her two friends were engaged in some sort of awkward stare-off, with one of them breaking the gaze to either tuck a hair back or just to switch between looking at the other or looking at the floor. It was cute.

It made her sick.

She groaned out loud, “Do you guys have to do that here?”

That brought them out of that, Warren hurried off to his side of the counter, back to his book and Layla turned to her friend, exasperated, “But seriously though, Maj- what’s up with you today?”

“Nothing,” she gave Layla her change and the receipt for the book, making a move to get away from the register.

“Maybe it’s because she just saw her ex walking around with a new girl,” Warren casually remarked as he turned a page.

Traitor!

Magenta whipped around to glare at him, but alas he was too preoccupied with Big Brother at the moment.

Layla’s eyes widened, mouth gaping, “No,” she turned to Warren, “Where?”

“Food Court,” he replied, sounding disinterested but Magenta knew he was taking some sick pleasure from this.

“Are they still there?”

“Jesus, Layla. I don’t know!” Magenta threw her hands up in the air. 

Thankfully, the store was clear for now. They honestly didn’t get a lot of traffic around this time. She wouldn’t be too stoked for everyone in the store to know her relationship woes. 

 “I’m fine though. It’s no big deal.” she tried to assure Layla, but her friend was not having it.

She placed her hands on Magenta’s shoulders, “I know it’s been months, but you don’t have to be over it just yet. It’s gonna be hard seeing him with someone else, of course,”

“It’s not hard seeing him. Just annoying,”

“When Will and I had ended things, of course it was good and it was for the best, but like seeing him with his girlfriend was weird at first. But I got used to it,”

Magenta sighed, getting where Layla was coming from but it was different, “Yeah, but you and Will played out differently. Lash and I… we crashed and burned.”

She had dated Lash for a good while, like around 5 months. It had been the longest relationship she had been in, and it had started off so well. They had even met here at the mall when she had first started working at the book shop and he started at the skate shop. 

They had a lot in common back then, never minding getting up to mischief and always doing spontaneous things with him. Things that she certainly was not proud of and had earned her a certain reputation at school.

But Magenta could admit that she had been a different person back then when she was with him. Someone she didn’t want to be again. But still, seeing him again after the breakup, with another girl still stung. Even though it was her who broke it off.

She should have known what it was gonna be like, dating an older guy- an incoming senior now- but she thought it meant he was gonna be more mature and that he was gonna be more upfront with her. It unfortunately had meant the exact opposite.

“You can’t help it. You like bad boys. Been that way ever since I met you,”

“I just like people who don’t take shit from people. They just happened to be wearing chains on their jeans and maybe sporting a juvie record,”

Magenta seemed to have a preference, but all for good reason. If she ended up with some goodie two shoes, it was gonna be this morality contest where he would end up judging all the shit she had done, like her own couple stints with the law. She’d rather hang with people who didn’t judge her, and that meant those who have done things just as bad or even worse than her.

“Then how come you haven’t hit up Warren yet?” Layla asked, with mild curiosity.

“He reads Hemmingway, And likes it,” Magenta’s face scrunched up in disgust, “Also, there’s a thing as being too on brand. I just know that it’s not gonna work. We’re too much alike.”

“Nah. Warren’s so much nicer,” Layla’s hands were still on her shoulder and she playfully swatted them away, “You know what? I’ll catch you later. I don’t wanna sit in here for an hour in my own stickiness.” she gestured to all the fruit stains all over her clothes just as a family came in to browse the store.

“Ew, Layla. There are children in here,”

The redhead gave an unamused grin at the innuendo before walking out of the store, calling out to Warren,“Make sure she doesn’t do anything reckless while I’m gone!”

“Not my job,” The long haired boy called from his seat, “Not like I can stop her.”

‘Fuck you,’ she mouthed at her coworker before going off to see if Jeannie needed her to do anything else around the shop. It was only 4 o clock but she knew it was gonna be a long rest of her shift.

[mollyencrypted]

I'm going to put my bullshit Carter/Pickman PacRim AU initial thoughts up on the hellsite because it's late and I need sleep and to get some of this crap out of my head and also this tag needs more content so that's happening.

So I'm naming and modelling the setting's Kaiju after various Mythos entities, but Cthulhu can't be Slattern no matter what 2013 PacRim Livejournal hoped for because, much as I love him, Cthulhu ain't shit. There's no way the big squid lad is a Category 5. You can defeat Cthulhu by ramming him with just a regular boat and he'll give up and go back to bed. (Cthulhu is a Mood.) Cthulhu is probably Trespasser. Maybe Azathoth would be a good Slattern. God knows where the PPDC got these names from.

Carter left the Jaeger program after his co-pilot Warren got Yancy'd by the Cat 3 Mordiggian, because whilst I don't really vibe with Mordiggian it's really the most fitting namesake. He didn't drop off the map like Raleigh did and stayed on-board in some kind of support staff role until everyone gets laid off when the funding is pulled. He'd kind of rather never get into a Jaeger again after experiencing that, but whoever our Pentecost stand-in here is (please don't ask me for a name because everyone in these stories is kind of not great and I wouldn't want to follow any of them into battle) doesn't have a hard job talking him into it really because at the end of the day he'd rather die on his feet than be crushed under a Kaiju's. Humanity still needs Jaegers no matter what the higher-ups think, and someone's gotta pilot Silver Key, right?

Technically, two someones. And Carter is kind of regretting his decision when he finds out who the best candidate is. For a bit of context, Carter's whole vibe is somewhere between Burn Gorman as Hermann Gottlieb and Mark Kinsey Stevenson as Carter, and Pickman is just kind of a mess who maybe hasn't grasped concepts like 'doing laundry', 'having table manners', or 'reading the goddamned room'. He's graduated from the Jaeger Academy just fine but was never actually put into active service because he's not compatible with a wide enough percentage of people and even the people that can Drift with him don't want to because he's an insufferable hipster edgelord. So they look at each other with a kind of 'really, this guy?' thing and are Not Impressed.

But their minds actually mesh really well in combat and they realise they actually have a lot in common outside of it too, and okay, maybe having to look at each other's dumb faces every day until the end of the world isn't the worst thing ever.

The idea of Herbert West and Walter Gilman as a darker mirror of Newt and Hermann came into my brain maybe a year ago but then I got bored and moved on, but I think a version of it could be repurposed for this dumbfuckery. So like, you walk into the K-Sci lab and pretty much immediately feel awful for poor Gilman because he's just this okay guy just trying to do his job and make the maths do the thing, but he's stuck sharing the space with a guy who keeps making Things with the discarded Kaiju specimens for reasons everyone's too scared to ask about and there's that rumour he murdered Doctor Lee, but they can't get rid of him because it's the apocalypse and everyone else refuses to come back so Gilman's stuck with him and vice-versa. And it's not even an 'I care about you but you come across as a colossal douchebag and neither of us can communicate worth shit' deal, they just genuinely hate each other. (Well, Gilman hates West. West is mostly just indifferent to anything that isn't his work.)

But Gilman got it into his head that Drifting with a Kaiju brain would be a great way of getting Intel without having to rely on the asshole Frankenstein wannabe, and promptly got assimilated into the hive mind and is now basically an unwilling double agent for the Anteverse. Meanwhile, West couldn't care less about individual human lives but he does want humanity to survive overall, if only because he's technically part of humanity. So now he's the only person capable of fixing this particular problem. This will definitely end well.

I like the idea of the Algol sibs as a three-pilot team like the Wei Tangs, but they do not die because I love them. Also LOCCENT Officer Sofia Gray because I am adopting this abandoned character and you can't stop me.

Also, at some point Silver Key gets to punch a Cat 4 designated Nyarlathotep in the face because fuck you Neil.

So there ya go, have some sleep-deprived nonsense. Don't do eldritch maths, kids.

[nocturnegyser]

Feral Angel

Warren x reader (Racc)

this is my real first time writing anything like this at all so its going to be really crappy and flawed... so please be mean

TW: Mentions death

(y/n) has always been kinda feral growing up, having her fathers raccoon mutation giving her raccoon ears and tail and ability to hear and smell things like a raccoon and even the signature raccoon black mask you see every raccoon born with, her mother being human no one knows where her reality manipulation comes from, perhaps she accidentally grew another mutation?

After an accident with some boys she got in a fight with causing her to discover her reality manipulation power, her brother hesitantly sent her to Xaviers School for the Gifted, with a heavy heart and bag packed, (y/n) bid her brother adieu.

Her first step in, (y/n) is immediately greeted by Hank McCoy

“Hello, you must be (y/n) (y/l/n), I’m Hank McCoy, I am a teacher here and will be giving you your orientation tomorrow but for today I hope you have a relatively easy time settling in-“

(y/n) is immediately mesmerized by his fluffy blue furry face, in the middle of him explaining everything she immediately just pets his face and immediately Hank grabs (y/n)’s hands

“Please don’t do that.. ever again..”

“Oh ok sorry ._.”

“Well anyways for now I will hand you over to another one of our members here, Ororo, she will be showing you your way to your room”

Hank then passed (y/n) along to Ororo to show her to her room.

“This your first time living away from home?” asked Ororo trying to be friendly with (y/n)

“Oh! Uh, yea.. kinda.. I would travel with my brother a lot when I was younger so I lived in a van for a little bit but that was fun”

“You ever live apart from your brother?”

“No...” answered (y/n) a little nervously

“Well this place can be as homely as you make it to be” Ororo assures her

Finally coming up on (y/n)’s new room for the next 3 years or so Ororo opens the door to reveal her new room, her boxes she had sent a week earlier were sitting in the corner ready for her to unpack

“I know it can be intimidating here at first but you’ll soon come to adjust to life here.” Ororo reassured (y/n)... again

Ororo left (y/n) to unpack and settle in for her first night, she noticed she wasn’t sharing her room with anyone

Great, away from home and alone, this is already shaping to be a great new life...

Not even touching one of her packed boxes a baseball crashes through her window

“WHAT THE F*CK!!” (y/n) immediately exclaimed

She ran up to the window dodging the broken glass on the floor even though she was barefoot, looking for who threw the baseball

She immediately saw him, tall, broad, intimidating, and metal wings. He was the only one with a bat and the only one looking in her direction, he immediately ran inside, presumably heading to her room. 7 minutes later the tall metal winged angel shows up at her door

“Aww jeez.. sorry ‘bout that, here, I’ll take my ball back... and I’ll tell someone u need a new window..”

“DUDE WATCH WHERE THE HELL YOU’RE AIMING WITH THAT THING, YOU’RE LUCKY I WASN’T STANDING IN FRONT OF MY WINDOW OR ELSE ONE OF US WOULD NOT BE STANDING RIGHT NOW!!” (y/n) angrily yelled at the angel boy

“Dude! I said I was sorry! Just give me back my ball ok?”

“UGH, fine take your stupid ball and watch where you’re aiming next time, GOD!”

Angrily, (y/n) slammed her door in the angel boys face.

“Man who the hell- UGH!”

Not even a full hour here and my window is shattered and there’s glass all over my floor! This is ALREADY shapping up to be a GREAT TIME

Meanwhile on the other side of the door

“Ugh! I said sorry!” angel boy grumbled walking away

(y/n) sweeps up the broken glass on the floor and throws a blanket over her broken window

———

Having unpacked 3 of her 5 boxes, (y/n) decides to call it a night and decided to finish tomorrow considering her classes start on tuesday and it was saturday

“Whew! Well the glass is cleaned up, window is... handled.. for now, 60% of my stuff is unpacked-”

A loud growl emitted from (y/n)’s small raccoon stomach

“well... guess i should go eat something then.. what time is it?.. 9:30??!? Jeez where does all my time go??”

Realizing how tired she is, she slowly makes her way to the dorm kitchen and hears someone already in there

Who is in here at 9:37 at night?.... besides me

She turns the corner and see’s who exactly is in the kitchen at 9:37 at night, angel boy

He turns around the second (y/n) enters the kitchen and both lock eyes immediately and both go “Ugh.”Neither saying anything, (y/n) begins making herself a pb and j and chips

“....”

“....”

“You mind passing me a knife?” (y/n) hesitantly asked noticing he was standing in front of the silverware drawer

Both staring each other dead in the eyes, angel boy slowly moved from in front of the silverware drawer not passing her a knife. Ugh, still maintaining eye contacts and squinting both giving each other death stares (y/n) slowly grabs a knife from the drawer

“Thanks.. a lot”

“Don’t mention it”

Continuing making her sandwich neither still talking

“So... I told the repair guy you needed a new window and he said he’ll be able to put a new one in on Monday”

“That’s the earliest??”

“No, the earliest was tomorrow but you were being a dick”

“God, you know, for an angel you’re an asshole you know that”

“I’m not an angel”

“Explains the wings and attitude”

Both still at each other’s throats, (y/n) realized she was not making anything better so she decided to try and de-escalate the situation

“Well anyways... I’m (y/n) (y/l/n)” (y/n) said holding out her hand for a handshake

“Warren Worthington” shaking her hand

“So... can you talk to raccoons? or find cool shit in dumpsters?”

“No and dumpster diving isn’t my mutation, I can hear and smell things like a raccoon can and just recently discovered I also have reality manipulation.”

“Reality manipulating raccoon girl huh? that must be a combo everyone’s surprised to hear”

“I don’t tell everyone, unlike you, I can hide my mutation”

“Why do you want to hide your mutation, and how do you hide your eye mask?”

“To avoid problems with people, and i use concealer”

“What kind of problems?”

“The bad kind”

“Why don’t you just fight them?”

Jesus who is this guy, an investigator??

“For an angel boy you sure ask a lot of questions”

“Not an angel”

“You’re right.. for a pigeon you ask a lot of questions”

“And for a trash panda you have a lot of snide remarks”

Again at each other’s throats, both finish their food and go to bed

“Jesus what a first day away from home, I’ll have to ask that repair guy if he can still give me a new window tomorrow” (y/n) said to herself in the comfort of her own room... alone..

One day down... countless more to go...

———

After her orientation with Hank, (y/n) decided to take a stroll through the mansion to familiarize herself even more with the mansion more

(y/n) glossed through the library, sped through the classrooms, peeked in the chemistry lab, she had already been at the kitchen and her hallway, she didn’t feel the need to check out the other hallways. She did however want to checkout the attic since the basement was essentially off limits to students.

Finally making it to the attic, she took a liking to the relaxing atmosphere. I could get used to the atmosphere up here, she thought to herself

(y/n) staring the window, taking a moment to herself to think. The hatch on the floor then opening up “Oh.. I’m sorry I didn’t realize anyone would be up here..,” (y/n) looked over to see Warren

“Oh, no it’s fine, I’ll leave if you wanna be up here... alone” (y/n) offered, “No no I’ll just find some place else to-“

“Well it’s not like I own the attic”(y/n) joked trying to let Warren stay upstairs

“Uh.. yeah ok, I guess” Warren slowly making his way back up the ladder “I just come up here to read sometimes”

“What do you read?” (y/n) asked trying to spark some small talk

“Mostly Cult of Raven or Stephen King”

“Stephen Kings that guy who wrote that one story about that hotel right with those twins in the hallways saying ‘Come play with us,’ right?”

“The shining?”

“Is that what it’s called?”

“Yea”

“Then yes”

“You don’t read Stephen?” Warren asked engaging in the small talk

“I don’t read a whole lot in general” (y/n) admitted “Got any recommendations?”

Warren pulling out ‘Monkeys Paw’, handing it to (y/n)

“What’s this about” she asked curiosly

“Basically the term ‘you get what you wish for’ taken to the extreme”

“Ah, okay” (y/n) the. beginning to read along with Warren

———

Not even a full 3 minutes passed before Peter came running up to the attic hiding from someone

(y/n) and Warren both looking at him confused, “What the bell? Peter? What’re-“ Peter cutting him off

“Ok ok ok promise not to say anything to Jean?” Peter begged

“What?”(y/n) asked “Well let’s just say I accidentally ticked Jean off,” then hearing Jean yelling from under the attic

“WHERE ARE YOU PETER, I KNOW YOU BROKE MY VASE OF LILY’S!!” Peter scared then sneaking out the nook window onto the roof as a quick escape

Jean then making her way up to the attic, “Where is he,” her eyes practically red, both pointing at the window, Warren trying to open it realizing Peter jammed it unable to open it “Welp.. guess I should go get him off the roof... again” Warren then making his way down the latter to outside

Jean still standing there, her hand in her hip her other on her forehead, noticing (y/n) just awkwardly sitting there, “Sorry about that, the boys here can be a bit much...”

“huh?”

“Warren, he got here not long before you did, he’s still trying to adjust himself, it’s nice to see you two being nice to each other”

“Well it’s not like it’s that hard to get along with him, I realized that once I took a step back to not argue with him, his nice guy act could use a little work though” (y/n) sheepishly admitted

“You’d be surprised who all he does the ‘nice guy’ act for around here”

“Lemme guess, half the girls here, right?”

“Like I said, you’d be surprised”

Jean then left (y/n) to go find Peter and ultimately reprimand him

———

You’d be surprised? Who all? What’s that supposed to mean? (y/n) thought to herself in her room

Hearing a knocking at her door, (y/n) goes to answer it, she opens the door to see Jubilee

“Oh ok, so you’re (y/n) (y/l/n), right?”

“Uh.. yes, and you are?...”

“Jubilation Lee, but you can just call me Jubilee or just Jube’s”

“Right, and what exactly can I do for you?”

“Oh right, Peter asked me to ask you if you wanted to go to the movies with us later seeing as how you’re the newest addition to the crew”

“The crew?”

“Yea! I mean you’re new here and we figured you’d maybe want some friends”

The concept of friendship was not entirely new to (y/n) but it definitely wasn’t familiar

“Uh, well yea sure, I guess, I’m not exactly busy until Tuesday so..”

“Perfect! I’ll text you the details and add you to our group chat if you want”

“Uh, yeah sure ok” (y/n) shrugged and exchanged numbers

“Great! well we were thinking about seeing- *GASP* You have an electric guitar??!” Jubilee instantly distracted

“Yea, her name is bender, because it’s a fender so it’s a fender.. bender” (y/n) joked letting Jubilee come in

“Oh that is perfect, are you in a band?”

“No, I dreamt about it but it never happened hehe”

“I might know a few people who wouldn’t mind joining a rock, more on that later, but we were thinking about seeing that new horror flick that’s in theaters right now at around 6-ish”

it was 4:37

“It’s going to be me and my friends Jean, Scott, and Warren”

“Warren??”

“Yea, you meet him?”

Meeting Warren was a bit of an understatement at this point

“Yes, we met” (y/n) as exhausted as she sounded of him

“Great! Well I hope you two got along because we were thinking of seating arrangements and now that you’re on board, you’re gonna be next to Warren”

“Does it have to be next to warren?”

“What’s wrong? you don’t like him?”

“Well...” (y/n) paused to think that maybe actually getting to know Warren some more wouldn’t kill either of them

“Well?”

“Ok, yea, next to Warren it is” (y/n) said with a determined look

“Ok great, if I’m being honest, asking you to the movies was actually Warrens idea, he just wanted me to say it was Peter, not sure why”

Warren wanted her to ask me? Why not ask me himself?

“You’d be surprised who all he does the ‘nice guy’ act for around here”

Could that be what Jean meant?

“Well I’ll see you around 6 at the garage, see you then! Oh and nice meeting you”

“Yeah you too” closing her door puzzling what it all meant together

Eventually 6 was drawing close so (y/n) rushed getting ready and got to the garage super early and decided just to wait there for everyone

Warren then came walking through the door

“Oh, you’re here early”

“You too” she replied playfully trying to be friendly

“So...” (y/n) began “You watch the trailer for this movie yet?”

“No not yet, supposedly it’s good though from what I’ve heard so far”

“Nice, I didn’t watch a whole lot of horror growing up”

“Too scary for you?”

“No, my brother who raised me didn’t think of them as a proficient use of time, so we didn’t watch them a lot”

“Oh wow, I used to watch them all the time with my mom”

“Aww, I never knew either of my parents” (y/n) immediately regretted just blurting that out nonchalantly

“Oh...” Warren said a little shocked that she admitted something so personal

“Yea.. Well.. I’m sorry that probably sounded problematic but I swear it’s not what all it sounds like but...” (y/n) explained almost stammering

The rest of the group finally walking in

“I call shotgun!” Jean exclaimed as she rushed to the front seat

(y/n), Warren and Jubilee all sat in the back, (y/n) never have been in a car with friends she stayed quiet ‘cause she didn’t know what to talk about but was listening to the other’s conversations, she looked up at Warren who was sitting in the middle and (y/n) on his left, she noticed he was just looking dead ahead with stone cold eyes

Dang, he must not be all that interested in anything I guess...

Jean overheard what both were thinking and took more interest as to what Warren was thinking about, wonder what that could be?

The group finally arrived at the movies and all hop out and start making their way to front doors, this being the first time (y/n) was out in public not hiding her ears, tail or eyes, she was understandabley nervous and a little fidgety, she felt a million eyes on her and immediately wanted to run into the forested area behind the movie theater

It’s ok you know, people around here are not more accepting of mutants considering they live right next to a whole mansion full of them

Do you always talk to people in their own heads???

It’s better to think of just people taking amazement in your mutation then them just judging you

Yea well easy for you, you can hide your mutation, I mean... I can too but i didn’t wear my hat it didn’t go with my outfit

Jean giving (y/n) a motherly smile trying reassure everything’s fine

“Ahh fudge!!” Jubilee exclamed at the sight of the theater not showing the movie they wanted to see

“Mann! what’re we supposed to do now? This took a lot of convincing Charles!” Jubilee explained

The group went silent thinking about something to do

“I kinda wanna check out the music shop” (y/n) suggested

“I wanna go to forever 21,” said Jubilee

“Me and Scott’ll be at the party” Jean dragging Scott along and the rest of the group all going their own ways too

Waking in the music shop, (y/n) couldn’t figure one thing

So... why exactly did Warren decide to tag along with me?

“What exactly were you thinking on getting here?” Warren asked

“I was thinking about investing in some new strings, and maybe that new blink 182 album..”

“You play?”

“Yeah”

“You in a band?”

“No... I wanted to but no one wanted to start one with a reality manipulating raccoon girl I guess” (y/n) said jokingly

“Heh, any cool inspirations?”

“My dad for starters”

“He played?”

“Yea, I watched old videos of him on stage and he could shred” a little bashfulness rosiness in (y/n)’s cheeks

“I take it you want to carry on the legacy?”

“Something like that, I mostly picked it up ‘cause I thought it looked cool and I didn’t have to spend money buying a new guitar”

“You’re using your dads”

“Yea, he named it Bender”

“Like from Futurama?”

“Maybe, but the main reason being is because it’s a Fender, so it’s a Fender BENDER” she joked nudging Warren seeing if he got the joke

“Clever, think you’re going to start a band?”

“If I can find any players here”

“I know my way around a drum kit, if that helps”

“No way! Do you have a kit?”

“No, I’m sure the music program at the school has one though”

“Hopefully”

“What kinda music do you like?”

“Mostly punk and alternative, you?”

“Metallica and Queen”

“Oh nice, I don’t necessarily hate classic rock, but I definitely prefer punk”

“It definitely suits you”

“Haha and what’s that supposed to mean?” (y/n) poking fun at Warrens statement, almost flirting

“Uh- well I mean it’s just very chaotic and from the time I’ve known you, you give off that controlled chaos kinda vibe”

“Controlled chaos ay? Well your vibe... I definitely gotta say is very Controlled rage”

“Must be why we go together” Warren immediately regretting spurting that out

“You think we go together?”

“Well- I meant like- I guess- I-“ Warren now blushing

He’s so cute flustered, to think he blushes so easily

(y/n) immediately realizing something

Wait.. I’ve never seen him blush but neither has anyone else... ahh I’m sure that doesn’t mean anything... right?...

“Yea well.. I’m gonna go buy these strings then” (y/n) said blushing a little bit

Both got a text from the rest of the group saying they’re ready to go home now that it’s 8:35

“Well guess we should meet up with everyone..” Warren pointing out the obvious and dodging eye contact

“Yea...”(y/n) agreeing also dodging eye contact both blushing

———

Finally getting back to the mansion (y/n), Jean, and Jubilee all make their way back to their rooms

Scott noticing Warren watching (y/n) walk away “You two have fun at the music shop?”

“Yea, didn’t know she played guitar” Warren said a little cheerfully.

“Someones sounding a little less murdery than usual”

“Shut up...”

———

A/N: I’m sorry if this sucked but it’s my first fanfic...

[sillybitchynerd]

The thing I hate the most about Dark Phoenix as a movie is the fact that the characters are so good...but they do literally NOTHING with them after setting up movies worth of development and tugging you along with ‘maybe this will be a thing? NOPE!’ You can literally go through every character and watch their development just STOP and see were they TRIED to do something cool and interesting but failed....because they didn’t spend any time on the new thing they wanted that character to be into. 

Jean and Scotts whole relationship. Outta the blue more or less, hinted in Apoc but then suddenly they are just a super solid couple. I’ll buy it but we get about maybe.....4 lines of them talking to each other? They make a big deal about them for a bit there with the whole ‘you said you would always come back to me’...but then she dosn’t? It’s not even Scott that does really anything for Jean in the end he’s just there to yell her name a bunch. 

QuickSilver: Three whole damn movies about his daddy issues and they don’t even have a SINGLE SCENE together. He’s just yeeted from the movie after the first fight and we literally never see him until the end sorta? Could they not afford the actor for more than two days? But three movies of him finding out Magneto is his dad, coming to terms with it in the next movie and getting ready to confront him then third movie, should be the big confrontation annnddddddd, *fart nosie*

NightCrawler: They didn’t do really much of anything with Kurt and it’s a shame because this is prolly one of my fav versions of him. Sweet religious boy who’s more afraid of fighting, better at running away. They do pepper in little scenes of him being FORCED to fight and really not super into it. The cage match scene were he stops running and fights back only to apologize for defending himself, running around the base being spooked by the dead bodies and blood everywhere. Having a goofy one liner again Warren when he at last traps him (but dosn’t kill him), then in DP he dosn’t wanna fight Jean and tries to plead with her. He dosn’t fight in the street but acts as a taxi for everyone getting jerked around and spooked before a breaking point on the train were he snaps after someone died trying to protect him while he just cowered in the corner. THAT’S GOOD.....but it’s not really developed. He has maybe 5 lines of dialog in the whole movie and suffers greatly from a lot of tiny glances of character with a huge left field swing where he straight up murders people on a rampage. But it’s a blink and you’ll miss it moment that isn’t REALLY out of character after two movies of being a shy run away boy. But....blink and you really will miss it. Feels like they really wanted high fight scene to be this ‘OMG’ moment with him making all these demonic faces and snarling at the enemy before murdering them....but eh, 

Charles: Good...fucking god it’s like he didn’t have 4 movies to develop into a character who wouldn’t suddenly become super narcissistic and shitty. He keeps learning the SAME LESSON over and over and over and over. Listen to your friends, you don’t have all the answers, work as a team, believe in each other. Care! But suddenly NOPE he likes photo shoots more than characters he’s said are like his literal children. He puts them at risk because once again he thinks HE knows better and will always know better and refuses to listen to anyone else. 

Raven: She’s so...hit or miss for me every single movie. She’s often written as a really REALLY dumb character who even when told flat out ‘if you do this it will destroy our kind in mass murder later on’ will respond with ‘oh wellllll gonna do it!’ but she’s way to flip flop to really have any kind of development to follow. She’s good then she’s bad then she’s good again...then bad again. She cares about the kids, she dosn’t care about the kids, suddenly she cares SO MUCH they are a family but she’s ready to up and leave them in the next scene. Goes on and on about not wanting to be a hero but....is a super hero. 

Hank: He’s a character we don’t get a lot on most of the time. They try and make him important but he’s 180 into ‘I’m gonna murder a child I help raise’ was such a whip lash moment. Hanks been at the school since it started....he raised Jean, watched her grow up...and he is so READY to murder her even if it’s clear she can’t control her powers and she didn’t mean to kill Raven. All it takes for him to stop is ‘it’s not what Raven would have wanted’ and SUDDENLY BOOM it’s like he’s snapped out of his murder daze and is super okay now! There isn’t any time for him to swap sides or even get his perspective. He even blames Charles for what’s happening to Jean and calls her a little girl CONSTANTLY but none of that applies when he wants to kill her? 

Storm: Such a major character in the later time line is literally background. They give her this weird ‘I don’t trust Jean’ line at the start but it’s suddenly gone two scenes later and she demands to come along to try and bring her home. She’s another one were it feels like scenes are missing. Conversations were she see’s Jean acting funny and has her doubts but then a few more were she remembers what good friends they are and why it’s important to help each other. 

Magneto: Stop I’m mad. We watch this man gain and lose family almost every single movie. First Class he gains the x-men and loses them only to gain the baddies as a start up group...loses them in DOFP horribly then gains the X-men again, loses them in APOC but gains a real family with a wife and daughter but wops lost them then tries to join APOC only to be turned on him and round back to the x-men and is SO CLOSE to gaining a son. Then DP, he has Genosha which is just starting up and getting somewhere...loses that it seems and joins the X-men at the very end again only to piddle off somewhere which zero to do with Peter and eh I guess he didn’t really NEED a family. Not like literally every single second he’s on screen that’s his whole character. Losing and gaining family members. It’s FINE, EVERTHING IS FINE. 

I love the X-Men. I also really love the movies. Even the newer ones. A small part of me wants them to be good SO BAD and scrambles to find even a shred of decency in them and I found that with their versions of the characters. They are SO GOOD and engaging even if you love to hate them but the stories they are written in, the shit they do is just SO BAD. 

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. X-men is only good as a high budget TV series. So much of what makes them good is the slice of life problems they deal with as a family as WELL as the fights they have. Trying to mash so many characters together into a 2 hour movie only works if you make it cheezy AF like the early 2000s movies or if you are able to pull an Avengers and give each hero their own movies (or three) and slowly start to pepper in more and more as you go along. They tried...bless their heart. But now Disney has it and....MAN IDK IM SCARED! 

[glitterslag]

Okay though but seriously after the nesting headcanon, you should totally do some Warren with a baby headcanons

Introducing Warren.... Super Dad

Back-story:

He didn’t want kids, at all. And he never made any secret of it. It wasn’t because he hated kids, or didn’t want to commit to you or anything like that. It was more just that he was afraid of not being a good enough father, of ending up like his own father, of unwittingly passing on this intergenerational shame and trauma and pain to his children. 

Secretly, you’d thought he would come around. But he didn’t and that was ok with you, for the most part. You had the shelter dog Warren had rescued, and maybe over the years he picked up one or two more. You also finally managed to convince him to get a cat together (he figured that since he couldn’t give you children, he could just about manage to put up with a cat as a compromise). And that was mostly enough. 

You get pregnant by accident and to the both of your surprise, it’s Warren who’s the first to suggest keeping it. You’d been terrified to tell him - scared he was going to be angry (he could never be). You knew he’d never try to make you get rid of it, but you also worried that it’d break the two of you up if you kept it - if not straight away then somewhere down the line, when he got tired of living a life he never wanted solely out of a sense of duty.

After you’d told him, he’d left the house with hardly a word, and you heard his car engine starting. You were so scared he wasn’t going to come back. He didn’t return until very late that night. That was when he told you you should keep it, if that’s what you wanted. That he’d be there, by your side, through the whole thing. 

You never found out where he went, or what made him change his mind. You only cared that he did. 

After making the decision to go through with it - Warren definitely wouldn’t half-arse things. Once he’d made the decision to be a parent, he threw himself wholeheartedly into the process. He’d chosen his fate, and there was no going back - so damnit if he wasn’t going to be the best father there’d ever been. He worked hard to make sure you never worried about how he hadn’t wanted this. 

Having children together opened up a new dimension to your love for each other that could never otherwise have been unlocked. And becoming a father made Warren absolutely blossom. Warren has always suffered from mental health problems, self destructive behaviour and intrusive thoughts. He might not have realised it at the time, but he was absolutely crying out for something he could throw himself into fully, to distract him from his mental health. Parenting made him so busy, that for the first time, he didn’t have time to dwell on his past and his inner demons. In a sense, it was a godsend in that respect.

Onto the cute headcanons: 

Warren suffers with insomnia, which means it’s usually him who’s getting up in the middle of the night to feed and change the baby, or stop it crying. He’s really good at it, and really good at running on no sleep. 

He doesn’t really have a baby voice - he speaks to his kid just like a mini adult, and it’s good in a way because it means the kid picks up speech really early!

That’s not to say he can’t be soft and caring with a baby, however

He would absolutely wear his baby strapped to his chest in a baby carrier and you CANNOT convince me otherwise

He’d wear it all the time, even around the house, so he could carry on with his chores and daily tasks whilst keeping baby with him. The baby will cry less when strapped to his body, so he just keeps it like that all day (when it’s not with you, of course). 

He loves taking the dog out for walks whilst having the baby strapped to him

Cooking with the baby strapped to him, painting the house and doing DIY with the baby strapped to him, mowing the grass with the baby strapped to him - he really does take his little one everywhere! And he’ll chat away to it happily the whole time, telling it what he’s doing or just talking about his day 

Warren’s an advocate for co-sleeping. Not every night, but a lot of nights. He likes to have the baby in between you two in bed. Warren’s way of feeling like he’s protecting his family, is to always have everyone within his sight or within his reach. Obviously he can’t have this all the time, (although he wishes he could) but at night, he likes to have every member of the family in the same bed. Pets included. 

Even when the kids get older, there’ll still be nights when you all pile into bed together 

Once you and him have one baby, and nothing bad happens (in fact, he actually realises he’s doing kind of good at it?) it kind of calms all of his fears. Pretty soon, he’s the one practically begging you for another one. All in all, you probably end up with about four kids. 

He would 100% be that dad that makes funny videos with his baby

like just watch any funny dad and baby vine compilations cause they’re 100% Warren

He loves sending you cute funny pictures and videos of your baby while you’re at work or away 

He’s such a soccer dad. He probably coaches the football team or some all-american, white people shit 

Takes them to the park on weekends for kick abouts 

BBQ DAD      

He’d have a unique, special relationship with each one of his kids.

I have this theory that of all his kids, only one of them would come out sharing Warren’s mutation. He and them would have a special bond that the other kids were sometimes a little jealous of 

Of course, he’d love them all the same, though

 He’d be extra sweet and protective with a little girl, making sure to always listen to her and always empower her 

He’d work so, so hard to make sure he fosters a different kind of relationship with his sons to the one he had with his dad. He’d be receptive to their interests instead of trying to push sport, and he wouldn’t push them too hard with school (although he would always encourage them - encourage all his kids - to work hard and do their best). 

He’d have really good talks with his eldest, he’d love delegating responsibilities to them and giving them all the “special chores”. He’d teach them to protect and look out for their younger siblings 

He’d be adorable with his youngest one, so protective 

Warren never felt like he had anything close to family, but now he’s created one of his own? He couldn’t be more content. 

[lovecanbesostrange]

There was no reason for Station 19 to go that hard on all fronts, but wow they did. I honestly watched S1+2 mostly out of habit, but S3 was like cleaning house, setting everybody up as a character with their personal flashback gave them far more layers and now I truly care. Thanks. Well, and then Grey’s happened and I cried for like half the episode...........

Maya and Jack have definitely profitted the most from the shift in tone and the character development overhaul. And I liked both their storylines. Maya dealing with all that crap from her father and coming to terms with why she maybe isn’t 100% ready for this very steady relationship and sharing all her emotions was great. Can she tell Carina everything she told Andy? In almost exactly this way, please? Because being afraid of slipping and finding these moments and naming what she has trouble with adjusting to - that is all good. And Carina is one of the most compassionate and patient people (from the limited scenes we have had with her over the years). Dear Maya, if you communicate, she will be there for you.

And wow, Carina than talking about her home and her own fears. Magnificent. Early days of covid? All the horrible, horrible news from Italy come to mind. So thanks writers for building that international bridge. (I wonder how any Italian tv shows that will incorporate the pandemic will deal with this. Every country has their very unique story in this.)

Of course we will see nice side characters getting covid and probably die. Gonna keep my fingers crossed for Marsha nonetheless. Jack having this make-shift family did wonders for his character and I don’t want him to take a blow. It’s a found family on the side, not bound by trade and I like it. I love that thanks to Marcus the masks with plastic windows were mentioned (even tying back to Dr. Riley’s visit to Grey-Sloan. Good job.

Well, Miller and Sullivan. That all happened. And I am exactly 0% qualified to discuss the issues raised. I do empathise with Sullivan a bit more (not that I dismiss Miller’s points, because like Sullivan and Warren say, he is right). Because I absolutely hate this thing were being part of a (minority) group makes you the spokesperson and you get judged far more harshly. And then also taking in-group crap about it. Yes, it is how the world is. But it’s unfair. (And tbh luckily Sullivan hurt mostly himself and he did stand up and face any consequence coming his way. And yes, he was the kind of person to always tell everybody else to better not make mistakes *blablabla* and look, he fell down that high horse... I do think that is something Miller pointed out very rightfully.)

Glad Travis talked to his dad. And I do like the way he did. Just letting him know he knows and leaving that door open. His breakdown about how the church/religion is letting gay people down, while so many sins are just forgiven... damn. Hard to watch. And if just one viewer watching suddenly went like “huh, fucked up”, it was worth it.

Vic is the unsung hero of this episode. I loved how she kept defending that drugged up dude. Yes, he is stupid and it’s horrifying that he stays with his obviously abusive wife, but also keeps drugs around and just... lives like this. But she kept talking about how he didn’t mean to hurt anybody else and that he needed help far more than punishment. Travis and Vic are both good people, but in that situation I think most of us would react more like Travis. Being annoyed, mouthing back and wanting those two shut the fuck up. It’s a normal reaction. What Vic said is the harder choice. And it felt like there was an untold story there.

Okay, wow, much to say about Station 19 for once. But oh boy, Grey’s...........

I remember the “early” episodes we met Bailey’s father. And then we barely talked about her parents. They were somewhere in the background. Until in “(Don’t) Fear the Reaper” we met her mom, got that whole thing with her dead sister and got this picture of her early home life. It was really good. And last week her parents get mentioned again, because hey, elderly people. AND NOW THEY TELL US HER MOM HAD ALZHEIMER’S AND THEN SHE DIED............................................................... it was so fucking heartbreaking start to finish.

And I love all the quiet scenes we got out of this that are just so human. Sad and human. Bailey talking to Meredith, saying she misses her and relating to the whole seeing your mom withering away (so dying twice in a way). I like the use of the beach, because Meredith is semi-conscious, she hears it all, but she just can’t wake up long enough. And then Maggie and Bailey on that bench.

Two people sitting on a bench, talking. Nothing special happens. They don’t need to distract by having them in a busy hallway or somethng. It’s a whole ass conversation with no shorthand. Showing all the emotions. Having Maggie go back to that time her mother died and how she views it all in a different light now. Talking about dying with dignity. Chandra Wilson was so good in this scene. (Her best performance to me will probably always be when Charles died in front of those elevators, I can cry just thinking about that.) And she was allowed such a variety of feelings. And the pain of it all brings up joyful memories. Thanks so much for that hilarity that her scholarship came from the fucking Daughters of the Revolution. HA!

I don’t get people who still watch Grey’s and the relationship drama is the thing they care most about. This is what I’m here for first - the personal lives and relating to all these emotions (and also the mistakes and the way to do better next time).

Well, at least Tom got better quick, I guess. Nice way to give Amelia a reason to get to work for a day and thus have her confronting Teddy. Look, I am done with storylines involving cheating and all. Teddy as a character is often hard to like. But the way she is isolated and like the most contact she has is with DeLuca when he updates her on Meredith’s vitals... it’s harsh. And I liked that Amelia can talk to her without making her feel more terrible. And then I did like Teddy talking to Tom, who was his charming self in the end. Bonuspoints for mentioning that the kids are with Owen’s mom. And hey, I give this to Owen, I believe this must be hard for him, because being a dad is the biggest deal for him. Actually something to make him more likeable - if handled correctly - and this situation sucks for him as well.

Which brings me to Link. Who was left at the Grey home. With Zola, Bailey, Ellis and Scout. Wow. Who would have thought? Amelia’s pregnancy was a good thing, I guess, to give them the excuse of baby time and also Link sorta moving in to deal with all the kids. (Shipping all of them off to their own living Grandma isn’t an option. lol ) Link is a good dude. So please, okay, it was news to him, no need to hate on Tom, push through the irritation, Link! Ahahahahaha.

Jackson being so nervous about his mom being a bit too proud to always keep her mask on - wonderful. Sure, she’s a doctor, she’s also stubborn and he was so scared of losing her not that long ago. Family drama everywhere! I always like seeing Jackson and Webber together. And then they had another big talk, hammering home the fact that people are affected differently. That it’s worse for poor people and not by accident, but systemic problems, most of them are PoCs. So many black and brown patients dying left and right, and it’s clear where the problem starts... I do believe for some viewers this is actually news, because the “news media” they consume won’t talk about that.

So, well, and then there is the Jo of it all. OMG where do I even start? Now, first off, Levi and Jo living together is still hilarious and thanks so much for getting two scenes at the loft. Especially that first one with Levi pretty much pushing her out of bed. Now, I do want Levi to talk to his mom, I desperately need to know how things are. I’m sure the pandemic has shed some new light on what’s important. Second I’m also glad Levi is with Jo, so she is not alone, which makes it harder for her to fall into really bad habits and down that depression hole.

I kinda freaked out seeing Val again and was sure she’s gonna die (might still happen aaaaah). They have a tendency to kill the nice ladies. Still haven’t forgiven Grey’s for killing CeCe. So it was cool that the surgery was a success and wow, did I love when Jo sent Levi out to just listen to Val and connect. And then the baby delivery happened and....... what is going on? Jo even just casually thinking about switching specialties? TO OB?????????? WHAT?????? Dear writers, you dropped the ball on her entire medical journey so often, giving her a bonkers fellowship, having her residency take way too long and shoving her into general, because oops no mentor or anything. And now you give me this? Please, so this is how I would accept this as a set-up for an actual carthartic moment:

Let Jo stalk Carina, play out this thought “what if this thing that made me happy for a day is the thing I am supposed to do longer”. And then let her have joyous moments, but also something complicated, and finally a very distressed woman in labor. And Jo feels for the woman, is compassionate and all and when the baby is there, the woman struggles to connect. And this joyous second is withheld from Jo. And boom, full circle, this woman feels like shit for not loving that baby instantly, for the feeling of resentment and being out of her mind. And finally Jo can forvige Vicki. And that’s the end of that particular journey.

I mean we all pretend that we have forgotten that time Jo stole a baby, right? Because that was the S16 hiatus and there was a storyline set in motion that blew up with Justin leaving like that. And we have had Jo interacting with babies and new moms so often over the course of the show. While also staiting that Jo’s self-worth is tied to being in an OR, which is also her safe space. So this whole thing...

Sometimes it’s easy to forget that Addison was the attending OB/GYN once upon a time. (”I’m being stalked by pregnant women!” “You are an obstetrician.”) She was also a fetal surgeon, which was what Arizona eventually became. So it’s not like when Meredith wore pink scrubs for a few weeks and got made fun of. There could be a long interesting road that eventually does include  surgeries. But it’s just so....... dumb. In a way. Especially with Jo having so many issues. And the writers - who give out pregnancies and babies like halloween candy - constantly skipping a potential Jolex-as-parents-storyline.... which kinda bites them in the ass now. ugh F R U S T R A T I O N......... I could write a five page essay just about Jo so far this season, I’m sorry. (Also if I ever have to see Jo in pink scrubs, a part of my brain will explode thinking back to Jason for sure.............)

Oh, and then there was Ben Warren. Just existing. Being a good man. Thanks. :3

[lostinthewiind]

You Are the Air In My Lungs

Warren “Skip” Muck - Band of Brothers

Was going through my fics and realized I have never written anything for Skip Muck and felt as though I had to IMMEDIATELY rectify THAT SHIT! However, if you thought this was going to be cute or sexy, you thought wrong.

I’m here to destroy your feelings tonight, folks, so buckle THE FUCK up! 

WARNING(S): angst, death, near-death, emotional ( but also a little fluffy cuz I’m not a total monster...this time) 

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This wasn’t how this night was supposed to go; your fingers clawing at the snow and dirt, your mouth hung open, fighting to get even the smallest amount of air into your lungs, your eyes silently pleading with the man on top of you to let you go. 

In the grand scheme of things, and taking into consideration that you were in freezing Bastogne, in the middle of a war, the evening had been running pretty smoothly. There had yet to be a mortar attack from the Germans that day, the company had received a generous restocking of their food, water, winter clothing, and medical supplies, and the temperature had actually risen by a few degrees, which wasn’t a lot, but it was something.

With a belly full of food and a new, warm scarf wrapped tightly around your neck, you sat happily in your foxhole with Skip Muck and wished you could have stayed there, talking and laughing with him all night long.

You should have stayed there, talking and laughing with him all night long. 

“Why would you ever do something that stupid?” you chuckled, having just heard Skip retell his tale of swimming across the Niagra River. 

“It was a dare.” he let out a hearty laugh. “What, was I just supposed to chicken out and not do it?”

You took a moment to feign being deep in thought. “Ugh, yes, you should have,” you said matter-of-factly. “I mean, wasn’t the water cold?”

“Very cold. The current was strong as hell, too. Carried me about two miles down before I made it across, but, in the end, I made it across.”

“Oh, good,” you smirked. “Would have been a real shame if you had just disappeared over the falls, never to be seen again.”

Skip scoffed. “Yes, as a matter of fact, it would have.”

“I’m only messing with you.” you caught on to the look of fake hurt on his face. “Who would I steal warmth from on these cold, foxhole nights otherwise?”

“I’m sure there would be a line of men waiting to take over that position.” 

“You think so, hmm?” you rolled your eyes. “Well, it’s a good thing we will never have to worry about then because nothing is happening to you.”

“And nothing is happening to you.” Skip told you, his eyes drifting down from your eyes and settling on your lips for a split-second. “Right?”

You smiled softly. “Right.”

Every day Skip struggled with the decision of telling you how he really felt versus waiting until the war was over. He knew it was foolish to assume both of you would make it out and back to the states alive, but the alternative hurt his heart far too much to think about. 

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that a war wasn’t the ideal place to fall in love, but Skip was a firm believer in love at first sight, and that’s exactly what happened when he laid eyes on you for the first time in Toccoa. Then he watched you smile and heard you laugh and he was doomed.

But as Skip sat with you in that foxhole that evening, taking in every second of that smile and laugh that he loved so much, he decided that he couldn’t wait any longer. You needed to know. He needed you to know.

“There’s something I should tell you.” Skip finally broke the silence that had fallen over your shared foxhole. 

You nodded, encouraging him to say whatever it was that he needed to; your ears open and ready to listen to him, just like always. Before he could get another word out, however, the tarp covering your foxhole flipped up and Perconte stuck his head in through the hole. 

“Y/N.” he looked to you. “It’s your turn for patrol.”

“Right. Be right there.” you grabbed for your rifle before turning back to Skip. “Sorry, what was it that you wanted to tell me?”

Skip swallowed hard, his focus solely on the fact that he could still hear the soft crunch of snow under Perconte’s boots as he paced back and forth, waiting for you. “It’s okay. It can wait.” he shrugged it off. “I can tell you later.”

“Okay.” you were none-the-wiser as to the seriousness of the conversation he wanted to have. “Later then. Don’t freeze to death while I’m gone.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Skip watched with a heavy heart as you climbed out of the foxhole and disappeared from sight. Later; he would tell you later. It could wait until you returned from patrol. 

Relieving Perconte from his shift, you cradled your rifle in your arms and tucked your face further into your scarf as you made your way from foxhole to foxhole, making sure everyone was still doing okay. 

It certainly didn’t feel like the temperature had risen at all, despite the news that was circulating the platoons. It felt just as cold as the night before and the night before that. The brisk air hurt your lungs and stung the bits of your face that weren’t protected from the elements.

Thankfully, the patrol shifts were short — only about an hour for each person at a time — so as long as you kept moving and kept your mind occupied, you would be back in your foxhole before you knew it, leaching warmth off of Skip as he protested and hugged you closer at the same time.

Trudging through the snow, your mind began to wander to what it was that Skip wanted to tell you. The two of you had always been open and honest with each other, unafraid to share your feelings and worries, yet the way his face wrinkled with trouble and slight distress when he had mentioned telling you something threw you off a little. 

What could he have to say that he was so worried about? 

As you made your way further away from your foxhole, you spotted a faint figure in the distance sitting against a tree, the thick fog making it nearly impossible for you to tell who it was from such a great distance away.

Slowly, you approached the man and realized that it was Lieutenant Dike. You were pretty surprised that he was even around and more surprised that he was sitting out in the open instead of in his foxhole, like usual.

Kneeling down in front of the officer, you noticed that his eyes were closed and thought for a moment that he was dead, but then you saw him breathe. Okay, just asleep. 

“Sir,” you whispered. “Sir, are you okay?” There was no response, so with a hand on his shoulder a gentle shake, you tried again. “Lieutenant Dike, are you okay?”

With the light jostle, Dike’s eyes shot open and even though he displayed no signs of being startled or scared, he lunged at you. With the full force with the large man coming at you, you fell onto your back and your head bounced off of the frozen ground. You tried to explain that you weren’t a German, that you were on his side, but before you could make a single sound his hands were around your neck.

Your mouth opened wide and snapped shut over and over again, hoping that it would somehow help you get some air or scream for help, but Dike’s strong hands were compressing your windpipe so severely that you were starting to turn blue in a matter of seconds.

You clawed at the ground, digging your fingers into the snow and dirt, trying to get away, but it was no use. You kicked your feet and tried to push him off, but your attempts at escape were futile. You were no match for the fully grown man.

With eyes brimming with tears, you stared up at your company CO and silently pleaded for him to recognize you and let you go. Dike’s eyes were void of any and all emotion, however. He was completely checked out, in a fugue state, totally unaware of where he was or what he was doing. 

It was nothing against you personally, you had just, unfortunately, been in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

There had always been a small part of you that believed that no matter how bad things got, you were meant to make it to the end. You had thought that to be true right up until this very moment; the moment where you realized that your fate was to be nothing more than a casualty of the war. Just another uniform and set of dog tags. 

As your vision began to fade, your body starting to shut down from lack of oxygen, there was no sign of Dike letting up anytime soon. There was one thing and one thing only he had to do at that moment, and that was to kill you.

With the last trickle of energy you had left, you reached into your holster and pulled out your pistol. For a brief moment, you contemplated just shooting the Lieutenant in the head, but at the last second, you decided against it. It wasn’t his fault; this wasn’t him.

Instead, you aimed the gun up at the night sky and pulled the trigger, your final thought before you passed out being God, I sure hope someone hears this and comes running.

The gunshot did, in fact, alert the men of Easy Company. It also broke Dike out of his trance, but as he slowly came to, he continued to squeeze the last drops of life out of you, unaware he was even doing it. When he finally realized what he was doing, Lipton was shoving him off of you. 

“What on Earth are you doing?” Lipton demanded, leaning down over the top of you and ghosting his ear above your mouth to listen for breath sounds. There were none. “MEDIC!” he cried into the night as he started doing CPR. 

By the time Doc Roe rushed out of the fog, a small group of men had gathered around to watch Lipton give you compression after compression, desperate to get you breathing again.

“Move!” Doc demanded, dropping to his knees beside you before unzipping your coat and unwrapping your scarf, getting as many layers out of the way before taking over for Lipton. With both of his hands, he thrust down onto your chest over and over again as hard as he could, unconcerned about breaking your ribs. 

By the time Skip had heard the news, you had already been down for over five minutes; your pale, cold body lying among the snow. When he finally pushed his way to the front of the crowd, he stopped dead in his tracks, haunted by the way your lifeless eyes seemingly stared back at him, your head lolled to the side as Roe continued compressions.

The men were dead silent, some even holding their breaths as they watched and waited, praying for you to make a noise or move a leg or do something, anything, that proved you were still alive.

As the seconds turned into minutes, the hope was beginning to fade. By that point, you had been without air for so long that the chances of getting you back were growing slimmer and slimmer.

When Roe began to get exhausted, Bull took over, and after him, Guarnere. No one was willing to give up. 

No one knew what had actually happened because after Lipton had shoved Dike away, the Lieutenant had slinked off, deeply ashamed of his actions. He was gone before anyone else arrived. It didn’t exactly matter how you had ended up on the ground, though. What mattered was getting you back up.

When Guarnere eventually sat back on his haunches, his own chest heaving from exhaustion, Skip slowly moved toward you and dropped to his knees. No one said a word. Everyone knew he loved you; everyone but you. 

Carefully, Guarnere placed his hand over your eyes and closed your eyelids. 

All at once Skip was overrun with guilt and regret. How could he have been so arrogant to believe the two of you had all the time in the world? He should have told you how he felt before you left for patrol. Hell, he should have told you back in Toccoa — he should have told you the second he knew. 

“W...what happened?” he looked around.

Lipton sighed. “It was an accident.” was all he said. That was all that needed to be said right then. 

Standing over his friend, Malarkey placed a comforting hand on Skip’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he whispered just loud enough for Skip to hear. 

As a single tear slipped down Skip’s cheek, he placed both hands onto your cold body and began to shake you ever-so-slightly. “Wake up.” he pleaded over and over again. “Just...just breathe. Please, wake up.”

Even though Skip knew his efforts were for nothing, he suddenly became filled with anger when you didn’t come back to him. Anger at himself, at the war, at the universe. Then, in an uncontrolled outburst of rage, he raised his arm over his head and brought his fist down hard onto your chest. “I said breathe, dammit!” he screamed.

When his hand collided forcefully and suddenly with your chest, your eyes shot open and you gasped for air. Guarnere, Skip, and Malarkey jumped back from you out of shock, but when you doubled over sideways and began coughing violently they returned to your side. 

Rushing back over, Roe offered you some water to drink. “Welcome back.” he was the first to speak after the miraculous revival. “You gave us a good scare there.”

After taking a sip of water, you collapsed back again, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your lungs greedy for all the air they could get. The men around you began to ease up, smiles spreading across their faces and muscles relaxing. 

“Y/N!” Skip could hardly believe his eyes. “Are you okay?”

As your fingers ghosted over the marks on your neck, you began to remember what had happened. “Yeah. Yeah, I think so.” you sat up, suddenly very aware of the crowd that had gathered around you. “I must have put on a real good show for an audience like this.”

A few of the men let out nervous chuckles, but that was all you could really ask for. By the looks on their faces, you had been down a while. Turning to Skip, you forced a smile and rested your hand on his shoulder. “Hi.” you breathed.

“I love you.” he blurted out. “I should have told you sooner.”

Luz let out a whoop. “Go Skip!” he encouraged.

“You do?” you thought for a second or two that maybe this was the afterlife. 

“Of course he does, you fool! He just brought you back from the dead!” Penkala exclaimed. “Would you just kiss the damn man already?!”

“My hero.” you grinned, ignoring the pain in your chest and throat as you leaned forward and pressed your lips to Skip’s. Maybe sometimes it took dying to realize what you really had to live for. 

[marvxlousqueen]

Warren Worthington- Share My Bed

word count: 2.7K ish 

warnings: small mentions of sex, a little cussing, FLUFF

summary: reader is always getting kicked out of her room and becomes friends with peter (maximoff) and meets warren, his roommate-- also i wrote peter as like a huge ping pong fanatic whoops sorry not sorry 

i’m such a slut for soft warren so :)) enjoy this please

One of the perks of being a student at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters was the opportunity to learn to control your special abilities to better protect yourself and others. One of the cons that (Y/n) had most recently discovered, was having roommates. Since the whole Apocalypse incident, a lot more mutants had enrolled in the school, either they heard about it from the news broadcastings and decided to find it for themselves or their parents enrolled them, fearing that they could get hurt if not trained properly (which is 100% true). (Y/n) thankfully didn’t have to room with any of the newbies, but she did have to move into Jean’s room. It could’ve been worse, at least she was close to Jean, having been friends with her since even before the thing with Apocalypse.

One bad thing about rooming with Jean was the fact that Jean and Scott like to spend time together. A lot of time together. Doing things. Meaning, almost every day (Y/n) was asked (not so politely) to leave the room for an hour or two. She often voiced her opinion on this. “Why can’t you guys go fuck in Scott’s room? It’s not fair! I have homework to do and I need to be in here with all my books and my desk, okay? I don’t care how horny you guys are, just suck it up!” 

(Y/n)’s opinions never seemed to have any impact on Jean or Scott. Scott would always say the same, short apology about how he didn’t want to risk scarring Kurt, Scott’s new roommate, for life (since Kurt was one of the more innocent students of Xavier’s school). Jean would always give her puppy dog eyes and whisper in (Y/n)’s mind, “I would do it for you and you know that.” 

(Y/n) knew Jean was right, she would do it for her, but luckily for Jean (and unluckily for (Y/n)) no boy seemed remotely interested in her. Ever since Jean and Scott had started up their after school fucking sessions, she had started to seek refuge in Peter’s room. Peter Maximoff was... interesting to say the least. He was quick on his feet and even quicker to make sarcastic remarks so she quite enjoyed his company. (Y/n) had first met him last school year when he single-handedly saved the entire student body and staff from being blown up. They had become quite the pair of friends since then, sharing music taste and enjoying a good game of ping pong (even if (Y/n) wasn’t able to keep up). 

Even Peter, one of the older students/trainees, had been affected by the roommate situation, which effectively put a damper on their hang out time. About a week after they started to hang out, Hank had stopped by to announce that Peter would be getting a roommate. Hank briefly described the boy as one of Apocalypse’s minions who was now in need of a new home so that he hopefully wouldn’t wander into dark forces again. 

Peter had not been pleased, at all. Professor Xavier had made him move his ping pong table into the ‘game room’ (which also included Peter’s old Pac-Man game and a crappy pool table) to make room for another bed. 

Two days later Peter’s roommate had showed up while (Y/n) was kicked out of her room. He was absolutely terrifying. (Y/n) immediately recognized him, even though he looked significantly different than he had during the battle. She recalled him having metal wings, which she had seen rip many of her fellow classmates to shreds. They were gone, replaced by feathered white ones. His face was the same, shaved sides of his head and threatening face tattoos, serving as a constant reminder of the things he did. (Y/n) wanted to ask how he had changed his wings so quickly, but was too scared to do so. Lucky for her, Hank had taken the opportunity to explain after Peter had asked a similar question. 

“We were able to remove the metal pieces and he grew his original wings back just fine. He will be on bed rest for the next few days though, still recovering.” He didn’t mention if they attempted to remove the face tattoos, but (Y/n) was too stunned to ask Hank about them. He grew back his wings? Holy shit that must hurt, she thought. 

The boy, Warren (which she had learned from Peter), had stepped out to get a bite from the cafeteria. “So, did Hank really say he’d be on bed rest for a few days? I don’t like that.” Peter had looked up at her, slightly confused, “It’s no big deal. He doesn’t seem to talk much. We can still do our thing.”

(Y/n) shook her head, “He scares me. Sorry, Pete. I’ll find somewhere else to hang for today and the next few days till he’s out and about.”

Peter wasn’t going to take this. First, he lost his ping pong table, then he had to get a roommate, and now he was losing precious pong time with a friend? Nope. Not happening. “Come on, (Y/n)! You aren’t leaving me like this! We have table tennis to play, and he’s not scary so come on!” She shook her head before standing up to leave. 

Peter rushed in front of her, using his super speed. “Nope, nuh uh. Please stay, I’ll get so bored!” (Y/n) rolled her eyes at this. “Peter, you get bored at everything!” 

“Exactly! Come on, I’ll get us pizza and milkshakes as a thank you.” After rolling her eyes once more, (Y/n) finally nodded. Peter quickly slipped on his goggles and gave her arm a quick squeeze. “Stay here, okay? I’ll be back, two minutes-tops.” Peter left before she could get another word in. (Y/n) moved to sit down on Peter’s bed, waiting.

Not even thirty seconds later the door opened (causing (Y/n) to stand up) and in walked- that’s not Peter, she thought. Peter’s roommate, Warren, shuffled through the door, hands full, struggling to fit with his half opened wings. “Do.. do you need a hand?” (Y/n) was hesitant in asking this, worried that she might actually have to hold a conversation with him. She was sure she wouldn’t be able to speak with his cold eyes staring her down. To her surprise he nodded, handing her a plate he was holding. “You know, most people eat in the cafeteria. We’re not really supposed to bring food back into our rooms... attracts roaches.” That sounded condescending, didn’t it? And why would I mention roaches, ew!

(Y/n) waited for a response, but none came. She moved to place his dish of pasta down on the desk that had been assigned as his. 

“I know.” His voice made (Y/n)’s head snap up, “huh?”

“I know I’m supposed to eat in the cafeteria. I was going to sit down, but there were no empty tables. I can’t just sit with people.” 

(Y/n)’s eyebrows furrowed at his statement. “Why-um, why can’t you sit with people?” His eyes finally met hers, moving up from where they were on the floor. (Y/n) had thought she would’ve found nothing but coldness in his eyes, but instead she found a certain warmth that she hadn’t seen in anyone before. 

“No one wants to sit with me. They’re scared of me, everyone is.” His head dropped again and he took a seat on his bed, remembering how Hank told him to keep his movements to a minimum. She felt awful that she was ever scared of him. He just wanted to be liked, get a fresh start. Right as (Y/n) was about to respond, Peter ran into the room, covered in some sort of pink substance, but still holding two boxes of pizza and two shakes, as promised.  

“Hey! Sorry I’m late, spilled a strawberry milkshake while I was trying to get out of there fast.” Peter placed the items on his desk, acknowledging Warren with a small nod. “Why were you trying to get out fast, Peter?” (Y/n) had heard enough about him from Professor Xavier and Hank to know he was quite the kleptomaniac. “I was, you know-just wanted the pizza to stay hot..?”

“Oh god Peter, you stole them!” 

“No! I mean-technically yes, but they were freshly made and the place was going to close without selling them. They would’ve been thrown away! And... stolen pizza tastes so much better.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes. She knew she shouldn’t expect anything less than criminal activity from Peter, but god he was just so damn cheap sometimes. “You have a problem, Peter. Like a serious problem.” 

“Oh shut up and eat your stolen pizza.” 

The rest of the afternoon was pizza and ping pong (on the table that Peter had snuck back in, which took up about the only open space that was left in the room) until Jean spoke to (Y/n) in her head. “You can come back. Scott is gone.” 

(Y/n) bid her goodbye to Peter and gave Warren a quick smile before leaving, tired and not wanting to be awake any longer. 

After (Y/n) closed the door Warren sat back up, trying to appear more friendly before speaking to Peter. “So-uhm. What’s her name? The, the girl..” Warren’s face felt a little hot, still shy talking to Peter. “(Y/n). She’s been a student here for a couple years now. She fought with us last year too, you might remember that.” Peter didn’t mean to bring up last year’s battle, but it just slipped out. 

“Yes, I remember.. I remember all of that. Regret it too.” In a sudden flash of silver, Peter was seated next to Warren, patting his shoulder. “It’s alright bro, no one blames you. I totally would��ve done anything a blue-god-mutant-dude-thingy told me to, especially if he was offering me rewards. I get it.” 

Warren felt his chest lighten, relief flooding him. He liked the idea of no one blaming him. Maybe this place will work out after all, he thought.

The next day after classes, (Y/n) was expecting to have to head to Peter’s room, but was surprised to not find Scott in Jean’s bed. “Where’s Scotty at?” 

Jean looked up from her books, “Special training with Professor Xavier. He’s coming over tonight though.” (Y/n)’s eyes widened comically, “Tonight? As in night time? What-what, just-no!”

“Come on, (Y/n). We’ve been dating for almost a year and haven’t slept in the same bed, it’s weird.” (Y/n) shook her head, still in shock at what Jean was trying to explain to her. “No! No no no! I don’t care how long you’ve been dating, I will not be kicked out of my room at night time! Where am I supposed sleep?” 

“I would do it for you, (Y/n). You know that.” (Y/n) groaned, knowing Jean would do it for her if she ever had a boyfriend over. “Fine... I need to go find somewhere to sleep tonight.” Jean nodded, returning to her homework. 

(Y/n) wandered down the hall to Peter’s room, knocking quickly. He opened the door before jumping back onto his bed. “Hey! Jean and Scott at it already? Seems early.” She shook her head, pushing his legs over so she can sit. “No they’re not. Scott is training and Jean decided it would be a genius idea to have him over tonight, like to spend the night. Can I sleep in here? Please..” 

Warren’s head flicked up at her words. He wasn’t sure how he felt about (Y/n) staying with them. He probably wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing she was there. What if I snored? Or sleep talked about her? What if I woke up with a boner and she saw? He wasn’t sure why his heart was racing so much. He had only known her for a day, but she seemed so.. so nice and carefree. He wanted that in his life, wanted her in his life. 

Peter nodded, “Jean and Scott are kind of assholes, you know, for doing that to you, but yeah sure. We can squeeze you in, right Warren? You okay with that?”

Warren nodded, eyes meeting hers. “Oh thank you so much! Let me go grab some pillows and blankets to make my bed on the floor.” She rushed out and headed back down the hallway to her and Jean’s room. She opened the door, seeing Scott already sitting on Jean’s bed. “You’re here early. Does that mean I can sleep in my own bed tonight?” Scott just looked over to Jean, hoping she would know the correct answer. “He’s still staying the night.” (Y/n) groaned, “Great... I need to grab some stuff.” 

“Oh lighten up (Y/n). It’s a Friday night, it’s not like we have classes in the morning.”

“Shut it, Summers.” She grabbed her pillow before slamming the door shut, already making her way back to Peter and Warren’s room. Their door was still open so she walked straight in and began constructing her bed.. until she realized she had only brought a pillow. She left again, headed down the hall to grab her comforter. As she reached Jean’s door she saw the sock on the handle, which meant they were already at it. Those two are like rabbits, I swear.

She slowly walked back into Peter’s room, feet dragging. “Hey Pete, I can’t make a bed. I don’t have any blankets so can I borrow some?” (Y/n) looked at Peter’s bed, hoping to see extra blankets she could use, but her eyes were met with just a single sheet stretched out. Right, Peter doesn’t use blankets.

Peter generates so much heat at night, he can’t sleep with more than a sheet on him. He shook his head, “I don’t have any, sorry. But you can just share my bed. It’s roomy and I don’t take up a lot of space.”

Warren’s eyes opened, he did not like the idea of (Y/n) sleeping in Peter’s bed. He wanted to offer her his blanket, but with his wings still recovering, Hank told him he needed to keep his body temperature up at all times. 

“Oh.. okay I guess, but if you try to make any moves, Maximoff, you’re dead.” He nodded, slight smirk on his face, “Can’t make any promises.” 

They spent the next few hours in the shitty game room playing pac man before playing an intense game of ping pong. At 10 o’clock, Warren was headed to sleep, body exhausted from regrowing his wings. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep, too busy thinking about (Y/n) being curled up in Peter’s bed, but he might as well try seeing as how he had nothing better to do. 

Since Warren and Peter are roommates, if Warren was going to bed that meant Peter was also going to bed. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, (Y/n) soon followed. Their bodies had a good couple inches between them, but she could still feel Peter’s movements. (Y/n) was woken up at 11 o’clock to Peter kicking her. She sat up and saw Peter moving rapidly. He looked like he was running in his sleep, continuously kicking her. (Y/n) scooted closer to the edge of his bed to avoid his legs, but after another few kicks, Peter kicked her off the bed. 

“Ow, fuck..” She whispered her words, trying not to wake up Warren (but of course he had been awake the whole night and heard her body hit the ground).

His raspy voice spoke out into the darkness, “Y-you okay?”

“No, Peter is a bitch to share a bed with. He literally kicked me off.”

Warren reached up to turn on his bedside lamp, seeing her laying on the floor, shivering. His mouth opened before he could stop himself. “You can share my bed.”

(Y/n) looked up so fast she could’ve sworn she got whiplash, “What?” In the dim lighting she was still able to see the blush form on Warren’s face. “I-I just meant... you know, since the floor is cold and I have a.. bed.”

“Okay.” Warren was surprised, seeing her jump up and climb into his bed. “O-okay. And s-sorry if my wings get in the way. Also they’re kind of hot so if you need to move the blanket we can.”

She shook her head, pulling the blanket over her. Warren saw that she was still shivering so he wrapped his wings around her, not giving it a second thought, holding her between the warm feathers. He felt her hand grab his arm, wrapping it around her waist. Warren’s face burned, but he loved having her so close to him, all his previous worries flying out the window.  

“Good night, Warren.”

“Night, (Y/n). Sweet dreams.”