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Whumptober 2023 No. 19 - Floral Bouquet

Scogan Bingo challenge Poppy (Red) - Pleasure

The damn flowers should have been the first sign that today wouldn’t be going as expected, in hindsight.

Scott had everything planned out – of course, he did, organizing came as naturally as breathing to him and obsession was his second name. He'd arduously preached himself patience for the perfect date though he'd been sure for a few months already that he was going to ask Jean. The ring, she'd basically chosen herself, pointing it out in a shop window on a grocery run a couple of weeks ago. He'd roped in Hank to cancel one of the lectures for the current further training Jean was undergoing together with her old friend so that she could sleep in, and Jubilee was happy to help him out with breakfast because Scott simply sucked in the kitchen. Actually, nothing about this could go wrong. Yet as the sun started to come up, something Scott had not even needed to set an alarm for because he'd been too damn nervous to fall asleep all night, he saw with dismay a message on his cell phone telling him, the flowers wouldn’t be here in time. He'd placed the damn order two months ago; this was outrageous. Sure, it was Valentine's Day and car accidents happened; he wouldn’t be that asshole, writing the company a shitty Google review but … This was bad news, this was really bad news. With a curse, as silently as possible, he writhed his way out of bed, for once relieved that Jean hadn’t really been the cuddly type since her and his rebirth after that whole Phoenix drama, because of recurring nightmares on both sides. Meaning, he somehow managed not to wake her. With what was all but lighting speed, he reached for the next best pair of pants and shirt and raced into Ororo's garden behind the house, hoping his friend wouldn’t take his head off with the help of her morning teacup, for stealing a few of her precious flowers. He almost – almost – made it back to the teacher floor in time.

Except when he just wanted to step into the elevator, one of the little ones came up running behind him for a daybreak hug, and thanks to only just recently growing paws instead of hands and feet, the girl's balance was terribly off at the moment. So she promptly stumbled and fell, bruising her knee on the coarse carpet.

Until Scott was finished comforting the little one and came up with a Spider-Man band-aid from some First Aid Kid nearby to dry the last tears, the sun was already bright in the sky, classes were about to start, and his mood was threatening to drop below zero. If he was unlucky, Jean would already have left their apartment for some workout or one of those meditation sessions Charles and Emma had ordered her after that whole possession catastrophe … Scott sighed a breath of relief when he came all but running back to their door and saw the food tray Jubilee had prepared for him still standing right outside the door. Which meant, unless Jean had taken the window for some telekinesis training, he hadn’t fucked up yet. Balancing a whole board full of coffee mugs and plates filled to the brim with all of his girlfriend's favorites, like salmon sandwiches, strawberries, and chocolate croissants, still being quiet was a mission lost though.

Luckily, Jean still looked sufficiently sleepy when he carried that thing towards the bed, blinking at him with a yawn and a surprised smile that he'd very much come to miss since that catastrophe of her demon that had not only almost ripped them both from their lives but damn near set the whole world on fire. "To what do I owe that effort?" Brushing her adorably messy red tresses from her face, Jean sat up to take a closer look at that tray, only now spotting the hastily-picked flowers placed on its side. A confused look at the calendar on the wall finally had her eyes go wide, a chuckle breaking from her lips. "When did you start being a romantic?"

Huh. So the occasional anniversary gift, mixtapes for common training, cute sticky notes on Jean's scientific papers, or city sightseeing trip together in the course of some missions weren’t enough in terms of attention. Well, there was always room for improvement. "A guy can learn. Besides …" With the whole proposal-at-sunrise-script already ruined anyway, Scott decided to waste no more time. Putting the tray down carefully over Jean's half-naked legs, he knelt down next to the bed, feeling himself blush, his hands slightly shaking as he reached for the snow-white box he'd just barely remembered to store in his shirt pocket before storming out. "I thought maybe we should be doing Valentine's properly this year …" All those lengthy words, put down on a dozen drafts and all blasted to pieces because none of them seemed to do it justice, how important that woman was to him and how happy he was that he'd been given this new chance of a life together with her … All of that weighty reminiscing, declarations of affection and promises were suddenly nothing but a blank page in Scott's head when the color drained from Jean's face as her gaze fell on the ring.

Indeed, she promptly almost dropped the coffee cup she'd already reached for. Had he read it that wrong how much she'd held on to him since they'd returned to life? Maybe she just wasn’t that far yet in her readjustment to life, just like Emma had warned Scott. Maybe her mind wasn’t stable enough yet for big decisions, for changes in her life …

The last thing he should be doing was putting pressure on her, making her feel like he wouldn’t wait patiently for her to really commit to stuff like formalities and planning their own little family together, forever if he had to … It must be showing in his face that he was rapidly contemplating all the excuses he could come up with to put that ring right back where it belonged, play it all down, acting like this wasn’t what it looked like at all, just to not make things awkward between them.

Before he could pull his hand with that box away, Jean gently held it tight with an invisible grip around his wrist. By now, Scott had somehow learned not to startle anymore at such of a touch of her power, in spite of having been at the lethal receiving end of it not too long ago. An enchanting smile chased such memories quickly away. "Well, come on then, say it. I know you've been dying to make that speech."

"How about we cut this short and you just say Yes?" Scott suggested, rubbing the back of his neck in growing panic because he still couldn’t remember for the life of him what he'd meant to say, and taking a look at said notes in his bedside drawer was obviously out of the question …

Smirking, Jean leaned across the tray for a brief, sweet kiss and then reached out her hand to him so that he could finally slip that ring on. Maybe that was all the answer needed already.

*****

As much as Scott would have loved to stay, with all those delays, he had no choice but to leave for his own morning duties. He only just made it to change into a workout shirt and shorts before the well-known sound of an adamantium-steeled fist almost knocked their apartment door from its hinges. "Coming!" Scott rolled his eyes behind his glasses and quickly gave Jean another kiss before all but floating outside, his half-empty coffee mug on his lips. "It's five to eight, Claws. No need to get impatient."

"I'm not." Logan shrugged, never horribly verbal before his third coffee, and hurried ahead to the stairs toward the cellar. "Just thought you could use a distraction, so wanted to make sure you don't forget that sparring session."

"Distraction …?" Scott tilted his head at his teammate questioningly, only now realizing Logan was looking back and forth between him and the closed apartment door as if he knew something about what had been planned there this morning.

"Heard ya order the flowers in the control room a couple of weeks ago." Logan shrugged, apparently not ashamed about eavesdropping. "Just figured, you might need a bit of battle adrenaline if she …"

"She didn’t." Scott was quick to allow that grin back on his lips when he finally got what his friend was thinking.

Of course, he was. After all, Logan and he were the persons who'd been closest to Jean after her resurrection, and Logan had played an important part in putting Jean's soul into balance before taking a step back which Scott was still very grateful for. It was only natural for him to be skeptical, probably.

Even when there was no more need to. "It's all good, she said yes."

"Huh. That's great, bub." The surprise in Logan's narrow hazel eyes almost felt insulting, but then there was a smile on his lips that looked like it was sincere. Logan even went as far as pulling Scott in a quick half-hug which was arguably the most one could expect from someone emotionally so constipated in terms of an enthusiastic reaction. And also the closest they'd been outside of training ever since calling this whole weird, interesting but ultimately just too unconventional thing between the three of them off two months ago.

Scott found with a hint of patient resignation that the so very distinctive scent of a good stiff drink and half-smoked cigars always surrounding Logan's stocky shape still didn’t leave his hormones entirely cold. Nothing that counted any longer though. "You're gonna be my best man, right?"

"I wouldn’t dream of it," Logan replied brusquely to his disappointment before carrying on to the elevator as if nothing had happened, punching the button that would get the cabin straight to the Danger Room. "I plan to spend that day as far away as possible from this house."

His stomach suddenly in an even worse knot than before the proposal, Scott waited until the door had closed and there weren’t any possible listeners nearby to a conversation he'd hoped he'd never have to have again. It hadn’t been exactly a secret what had gone down between the three of them after the Phoenix crises, but neither Logan nor he were keen on having their love life plastered all over the blackboard. Especially when there was apparently another episode of that unworthy soap opera in the making. "I thought you said, you no longer wanted to be part of us."

"I don't," Logan said calmly, with so much sobriety in his gravelly voice that Scott decided to believe, that subject was indeed closed for good. Not least because he was determined not to let it destroy this wonderful day.

****

They had a good spar after that, strengthening their partnership in the field in a bloody but successful simulation against Sabretooth and Mystique at Magneto's old headquarters on Genosha. Scott was even successful, not glancing to the neighboring shower stall a single time when they brushed off sweat, a few shallow cuts and abrasions, and the last of battle adrenaline afterward. After today, such annoying, childish desires for something no longer relevant in his life should be a thing of the past for good. It had been fun while it had lasted, sure, but in the end, he'd always been Jean's, and Logan had seemed honest about being good on his own just as well. Neither their plans for life nor their temper were even close to being a good match, so whatever attraction might occasionally still be simmering between the three of them, with time, it would surely fade. Scott would turn his full concentration to the woman he was in love with henceforth, and thinking about it … For someone he was now engaged to, he'd not seen said beautiful redhead for far too long … Sadly, teaching days at Mutant High always meant a packed schedule, so Scott hadn’t even really finished the thought yet that he could stop by in the sick bay where Hank and Jean were working on Jean's ambitious current science project for her studies before Jubilee caught Logan and him off outside the Danger Room.

"Professor Summers? Do you have a minute for tutoring before math classes start? Me and statistics aren’t gonna be friends anytime soon." The girl rolled her pretty almond eyes at her admittedly really quite lousy last test results in her hand. The teenager was apparently so busy with her worries about the upcoming finals that she'd already entirely forgotten again what she'd been paid some extra allowance this morning for.

"Sure, let's find an empty desk." Scott said goodbye to Logan with a quick nod and went ahead to the elevator, throwing Jubilee a broad grin. "Breakfast was delicious by the way. I'd say that swayed the odds in the right direction."

"She said yes?" Jubilee sounded as if Scott had just asked her to hold the upcoming class for him but quickly lightened up when Scott couldn’t quite hide an offended grimace on his lips for the second time within an hour. "I mean, of course, she said yes, how could she not, with all the preparations? You and I make a great team. And don't you forget that when the next negotiations about free spots on your team come up, Professor Summers." Jubilee's smile looked almost a little too bright and enthusiastic now, but Scott decided, when it came to such a wonderful subject, maybe that wasn’t even possible.

There wasn’t a lot of time to dwell on his confusion anyway because some teenagers in this house and math, that was worlds colliding, and they were short on time, as usual.

****

"Aren't we waiting for Jean?" Scott interrupted Ororo before she'd done more than take a breath to start the weekly teachers meeting. So far, he'd been waiting for the spot on the sofa next to him in Charles' office in vain, but it wasn’t exactly unusual for his girlfriend to be late, especially when she was immersed in her test tubes and files together with Hank.

"Uh, I didn’t send her an invitation this time." Ororo gave him a look from over her notepad that Scott didn’t see for the first time today, and that was really starting to get on his nerves. She apparently didn’t notice the way Logan was more or less inconspicuously signaling her from the other side of the room to shut it, while Charles over there at his desk looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here right now. "There's nothing we need to talk about with regard to her subjects, and I thought, maybe you two could use a few hours apart after … uh …"

"After what?" Scott snapped at her, harsher than he should but what every person in here seemed to think about his relationship was quickly becoming depressing. Maybe that was what just happened when the last attempt at said relationship had ended with the woman in question tearing you into neat little particles unwillingly. Which was exactly why he wanted to get the damn ceremony planned as quickly as possible now, so people would finally realize, Jean and he were just fine. "Since gossip already seems to be spreading in the halls, maybe you should be listening better, 'Ro. She said yes, and we already got plans for the appointment. It's heartwarming to see how much faith you all have in us."

Ororo held up her hand in surrender, visibly feeling bad for the slip-up, a brief white shadow over her dark pupils, a strong gust of wind outside revealing she was upset. "I'm sorry, Scott. I didn’t mean it like that. I just thought, maybe she wasn’t ready yet, you know?"

"Well, she was." Still grumbling a little, Scott turned to his notes for the conference but found he couldn’t quite follow the conversation quickly ensuing. His thoughts were with the scene in the morning, with that brief look almost of terror on Jean's face, with the many whispers he'd heard behind his back in the course of the morning, and few of them had seemed exuberant.

Had he made a mistake? Was it too early to ask Jean to act like she hadn’t almost torn the universe apart like she wasn’t still in weekly therapy and having mental sessions with Charles and Emma to make sure her soul was now protected from that damn demon? Of course, his lover had a lot to deal with, of course, she would always have to fight, especially people's prejudices against her person and to keep control over her now so powerful gifts …

But shouldn’t it be Scott's job as her partner, supporting her in that, being there for her as much as he could instead of walking on eggshells around her all the time and often allowing their relationship to be on the back burner just to go easy on Jean? Suddenly he was filled with so much restlessness himself that he could hardly wait for the meeting to end and went straight back to his apartment instead for lunch afterward, not even quite sure exactly why. The excuse to drop the damn flowers there that had finally been delivered by now was as good a reason as any to sit down and think for a moment why nothing really worked the way it should on this day that should have been such a happy one … And then he walked inside the bedroom door and finally, finally got it.

Jean looked up with a startle from the two suitcases she was busy packing, obviously not having expected him. Immediately, she went pale again, her lower lip quivering as her cheeks flushed. "Scott …"

"Really. Really, Jean?" Much too dumbfounded to even become angry, Scott dropped on the bedroom bench, that stupid bouquet still in his hands, and tried to find anything to say in vain, something angry, something hateful maybe even. The worst about all this, maybe, was that he couldn’t even be surprised. Jesus, how blind had he been in the last few months?

"I tried, Scott. I did." Jean quickly came around the bed, sitting down on the floor in front of him to try and catch his gaze, but somehow, she'd forgotten how to do that through the obstacle of his glasses since her rebirth. "It's not that I don’t care about you, you know that. But I'm not good for a relationship with anyone right now, and I didn’t realize that this morning."

"Shouldn’t you let me decide that? If I can't deal with it or not?" he asked, with numb lips, not hoping to convince her even … He just wanted answers. "Why run immediately? We can work this out, Jean. I'll be there for you. If I went too fast with this whole thing, that's not a problem. We can wait …"

"You don’t understand. You know what I did after you left?" Jean stared down at her hands dully as if the glistening of a certain piece of jewelry there made her uncomfortable. "I called Emma. But not to tell her that now she'll definitely never have a chance with you again but to ask for an emergency session tonight. Just because for a second, I could swear I heard Phoenix laugh in the back of my head when you came in here with those flowers. I can't do this, Scott." Jean closed her hands gently around his face, and ever since dying by Alkali Lake, he'd never felt so much like shying away from her. "You did nothing wrong. Anyone should fall on their knees and pray to have someone like you as their partner. That's exactly why I won't be an obstacle in your life any longer. I can't give you what you deserve, and I'm not sure that's ever gonna change. I need to be my own person first and foremost before I can share this new life of mine with anyone. And I don't want you to wait for something that might never happen." After a last sad glance down on her finger, she pulled her ring off and thrust it into his hand. His was shaking. Hers wasn’t. "Sell that thing and buy a couple of rounds for Logan and you in your favorite joint. I got a feeling, he's waiting outside already."

"Guess I'll leave you to it then." Scott pushed himself up again, still far too alienated even for reproaches, no matter how justified they might have been. Useless, and apparently it had been so from the start, no matter what he could have tried. At least about that, he wanted to be sure. "Did you ever mean it? When we woke up inside those clones back then and you said you wanted to give us another shot? When you said yes today?"

"I wanted it more than anything when we started over back then." Jean swallowed hard, wiping her reddened eyes with the back of her hand. "But all that goodwill and wishful thinking wasn’t enough. The moment I accepted that ring this morning, Scott … I guess I already knew that I didn’t want that attempt to fail either. Do you really want a girl who's fearing a divorce already before you've even tied the knot?"

Scott didn’t.

*****

Logan was already waiting in the hallway, and for some reason, that made Scott far more pissed than no longer having the girl he'd been with ever since turning 18.

Because if there was one thing Logan's rugged face was not showing when he saw Scott step outside that door with that huge, expensive bouquet in his hand, it was surprise. Instead, he just thrust a cigar into Scott's hand uncompromisingly, took him by the elbow almost gently, and led him straight to Logan's apartment at the end of the floor, locking the door behind them. That was apparently it with any kind of duty for today. "Charles and Ororo know. They'll do your classes."

"So that, you all can believe, huh? That she dumps my stupid ass on Valentine's, that seems perfectly normal to you." With a bitter laugh, Scott dropped down on Logan's sofa, just throwing those damn flowers somewhere on the ground. That money, he really should have spent on a good bottle instead.

"I'm a feral, Slim," Logan reminded him, still conspicuously softly, already busy with some whiskey and glasses, judging by the clanking and rummaging from his kitchen corner. "My amnesia rendered my instincts worth shit back then and I'm still relearning how to read the world around me right. But sometimes I get a hunch from what I can sense in people, and those are usually not that far off."

"A hunch." Scott only too gladly reached for the drink he was offered though he felt sick already. "You're telling me I'm sitting here with a hole the size of Texas in my heart because half the people in this house had a hunch that Jean long stopped wanting me but no one bothered to tell me."

"They probably hoped for the best, just like I did." Logan took the spot next to him, so close that when the sofa dipped under his weight, their legs touched in a maybe not coincidental gesture of comfort that Scott couldn’t bring himself to pull away from. "People in this house love you a lot, you know. Should have noticed that when they moved literally heavens and earth to bring you back at the time. Would've been a beautiful story, you and Jeannie." Logan knocked back his own drink in one go without batting a lid, a hint of bitterness and never-forgotten longing in his drooping shoulders, his weary voice. "But with what she is now? Don't think that's gonna happen, Slim. Wish I had better news for ya, believe me."

"Just give them to me sooner next time," Scott hissed, only his voice lacked a lot of energy, and the alcohol tasted stale in his mouth. When Logan wrapped his arm around his waist in another unexpected close gesture, he could finally allow the tears to fall.

*****

Scott wasn’t sure for how long he'd been drowning Logan's sweater in salt water but it was dark outside by the time, he fell asleep for a few badly needed minutes of rest on that damn sofa that was actually far too short for his exaggerated height. He awoke with a grimace and back pain promptly, but also to the delicious smell of pasta from that kitchen corner. He was surprised to feel he was actually hungry. "You seriously cooking for me right now? That bad conscience really kicking, huh?"

"Got none. And I was hungry." Unfazed, Logan handed him a plate filled to the brim with the empty carb kind of spaghetti, far too much cheese, and enough ball peppers to burn his mouth out, probably. It was the best goddamn thing Scott had eaten in months.

After Logan had also coaxed a whole bottle of the healthier stuff into him while they were eating, over only the sound of some baseball rerun on the TV, Scott didn’t feel that off anymore. He had no plans of returning to his apartment as he usually would have at this time though, knowing he'd been greeted by a half-empty cabinet and missing pictures on the walls. As he put down his plate to the ground – one of these fine days he'd buy Logan a damn coffee table, he thought dully – his sight fell on that heap of leaves and glitter and petals on the carpet. Not even sure why, he picked it up, with tight lips, ripping off the greeting card still attached to the cord. A weak grin on his lips, he held it out when he heard the very well-known snikt of an extending claw next to him and watched the paper tear to pieces on an adamantium tip. It was strangely satisfying. "That arrangement got a nice color at least? I'd hate to have wasted a whole night shift bonus on an ugly non-engagement gift."

Logan made a non-committed grunt in the back of his throat, maybe just glad Scott was no longer crying his eyes out on his shoulder. After Alkali Lake, and now this, that should have been the last time this happened over the same damn woman. "Almost the shade of your glasses. Bet the designer wanted to bone you. Let me see that." Logan fished for the inscription card still attached to the flowers' cord whereupon Scott's and his hand briefly touched which had them both startle, now that the instinctive, amicable closeness from earlier had faded. For once it was Logan, scooting away with a look on his face Scott couldn’t quite place, a snort on his lips when he read the information card. "Told ya. It's poppies. This says their color stands for pleasure. Guess they thought you had big plans with your girl tonight."

Scott's embarrassed chuckle turned into a far more cynical sound halfway. "Yeah, well, no such luck. We didn’t make it past holding hands since you no longer came by. She said she didn’t trust her mind enough yet," he tiredly added when Logan made a surprise noise. "Because of Phoenix. You know how jealous that cosmic bitch was … is, whatever. She offed me at the time because she wanted to have Jean on her own. With you in the room with us, she felt safe, she said, but …" Scott lifted his shoulders in exhaustion, no longer sure he even wanted to think about if all those explanations for the lack of intimacy between Jean and him lately had in fact not rather been excuses. "Let's be real, Jean stopped physically being into me the day she saw you shirtless for the first time. I tried what I could but …"

"That's the problem, Slim, you tried and tried and forgot to look out for yourself. Always told you, you're too damn good for this world." Logan threw the ruined bouquet somewhere behind them and turned to his side on the sofa, propping his legs up on Scott's as if he had a right, a half-opened bottle in his hand that he stared at so intently as if the answers to all questions that had never been quite solved between them, could be found at the bottom. "You know why I didn’t tell you when I realized what was up with Jean? Or why I quit you? Please don't tell me you bought it that I didn’t want you anymore. Come on, you're smarter than that. You're seeing sharper than that, poppy glasses or not." When Scott still just stared at him quizzically, Logan let out a deep sigh and reached for his hand with his free one without much ado, and Scott did no longer have it in him to wonder why he didn’t pull away. "Every time we did this thing … whatever it was, the three of us … I can't remember you enjoying yourself a single time. You were all about her. When I tried to make it good for you, you always sent me back to her. You spent so much time since she came back making sure she was alright that I was beginning to think, that was what you needed. That this was what made you happy. I just wanted you to be fine after what happened with Phoenix, because you deserve that. Thought you two could manage that better when I'd be out of the picture. Should have known that only meant, there was no one to care about you left at all. That's what I feel shitty about. Not that you're finally free of someone who never deserved you."

Only now Scott's hand did something, trying to tug away from that tight grasp, surely … It was surely only some accident that instead, he let himself be pulled down on that damn sofa, halfway onto Logan's broader, muscular shape … It was also definitely only that too spicy food burning under his skin suddenly, not the vague question flashing through his mind if Logan's lips would still feel the same. And what it would be like, actually giving in to the wish of experiencing all that this man had wanted to do to him back then already but for which there somehow, never really had been time. "You realize I've only just been left alone, right?" he murmured half-heartedly, inches away from those broad, tempting lips. A last bit of resistance at least to that damn attraction between them that had never gone away even after calling their poly constellation quit. Maybe, Scott finally had the answer why. He just wasn’t sure he could let it into his heart yet, not after that clusterfuck that had been this Valentine's. "You deserve better than me throwing myself mindlessly into the next adventure just to numb the pain, in case what we have is not enough."

Logan shrugged, in that unimpressed half-sided way that Scott only could believe from this man was actually sincere. "I'm used to pain. And I ain't saying I do anytime soon, just so we're clear, so no harm in fooling around for a while, Slim. As long as you don't wake me up with breakfast a year from now, we'll be just fine."

"Oh no, never would," Scott deadpanned, just to annoy Logan a little because he was pretty sure if he allowed the guy to kiss him now, he'd be naked within 10 seconds. "I hate repeat performances. For you, I'll save the serenade and serving you donuts on my dick."

Logan didn’t even flinch – someone was in head over heels, definitely. Reaching between them unblinking, he drew a strangled moan from Scott's lips, pawing at the quickly growing bulge at the front of his jeans. "Think I can eat that up just fine without any chocolate or sugar." Before Scott had decided if that was a threat or a promise, Logan kissed him, finally, letting go of him to his disappointment in favor of wrapping both arms around his hips, pulling Scott fully on top of him, a combination of a longing sigh and a turned-on growl vibrating against his lips.

It wasn’t too comfortable because of their height difference and that damn sofa still being far too short and yet Scott didn’t want to miss a single second of that hungry touch of a greedy tongue slipping into his mouth, or those large hands slipping under his shirt, slowly rubbing up and down his back, keeping him close in this long-missed embrace so that he couldn’t even try and give some of those patient caresses back. That wasn’t what this was about, he quickly realized when they ended up in Logan's bed soon, both half naked, panting in growing excitement. They'd never done this in here before but with that well-known, earthy smell suddenly all around Scott, crumbled sheets instead of the impeccable tidiness of his own place, a couple of empty bottles on the nightstand being a proof of the inner demons his old-new lover, too, was always battling … There was suddenly no place he rather wanted to be. Maybe it didn’t even matter much if this would be temporary or not if they would ever be anything close to what he'd once hoped he'd become with Jean. Maybe all that counted was how much he suddenly felt wanted. Scott couldn’t remember when he'd buried his hand in Logan's thick, wild hair for purchase but whenever he tried to let go, to at least peel that guy out of his shirt, Logan did something especially wicked with his tongue where it was busy, following every ridge and line of Scott's quickly heaving chest, and he forgot about it again.

From the couple of rather sober touches in their bed of three at the time, he expected roughness, maybe some of those kinks Jean, in particular, had been into, and maybe they'd get back to exploring those at some point … But for now, Logan seemed entirely satisfied with driving Scott crazy with his slow licks and kisses, just an occasional harder tug on his nipples when he came back up for more of those deep kisses again and again. It was only then that Scott could feel his lover be just as turned on, thick hardness grinding into his own under those tight jeans, but whenever he tried to sneak his hand between them to get at least a button or a zipper open there, it was caught in a firm grasp and pushed back under some pillow without Scott having to feel restrained in a way he wasn’t sure he could have handled, not yet.

Only when he thought, he couldn’t take that tension anymore, when he was arching up against Logan's stomach with every sharp nip to his oversensitive nipples, every strong, massaging caress up and down his willingly spread thighs … Only now, that skilled mouth finally went lower on his body, the open halves of his pants pulled aside, his briefs out of the way just as quickly before velvety hotness wrapped around the head of this cock. Scott instinctively took a hand in front of his mouth to stifle a groan that he didn’t want to make it past the thin walls on this floor to certain neighboring apartments. His hands were still smelling of those damn flowers, one of the oval petals caught in those stupid cufflinks he'd put on this morning for the special day. He didn’t think he would be wearing cufflinks again anytime soon but at that moment, he really did start warming up to the sweet intensity of a certain flower the same color that he was forced to see the world in most of the time, in that first real night together with someone he'd never thought was even really interested in him. Someone who almost made him come into his damn pants with just his lips and tongue. The flower of pleasure indeed. Scott plucked the petal from his sleeve with a smile and used it to tickle Logan's neck, grinning when his lover scrunched his nose at him. No, neither of them would become a real romantic anytime soon, and seeing where the Eiffel tower, love letters, and flowers had gotten Scott last, that was probably for the best. But what they did share … Scott actually wanted to share that, indeed. One-sided, he'd had long enough. "Let me touch you? Please?"

Logan shuddered in a way at that one last word that had Scott suspect, maybe it wouldn’t even take that long before they'd be back to a little power pay and submission in bed, from time to time. "Jesus, Slim, how anyone can let your hot ass walk away from them is beyond me. Second round is all yours, don't worry. Right now, I just …" Lowering his head again, without letting go of Scott's gaze, he slowly circled the head of Scott's cock, licking off a few thick drops of white, with a hum of enjoyment as Scott bucked up and groaned against his palm again. "I want to make you scream so loudly, no one's gonna need telepathy to hear. Hold still."

It came too softly to be an order but Scott followed it gladly anyway when Logan thrust his head down onto him once more, sucking him in inch by inch until his lips were flushed with Scott's body and the pure strength of his throat muscles swallowing all around him almost made Scott come on the spot. With a curious, gentle fingertip slipping between his ass cheeks on top, slippery enough from saliva and precum, the next assault of that kind was sure to break his last restraint. When Scott squeezed his eyes shut with Logan's name on his lips as he emptied himself down his lover's throat only seconds later, he could still see nothing but poppy red, and for once, it was not his mutation to blame.

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Post #9: UXM issues 114-116

Issue 114 has two important editorial changes. It’s the first issue to have the cover title as The Uncanny X-Men (previously it was just X-Men, and before that The X-Men). And it’s the first issue with John Byrne credited as co-plotter, although he’s clearly already been contributing ideas. Claremont and Byrne actually did not get along and by the end of their run couldn’t stand working together, as both of them were very stubborn when it came to their stories. But the results of the collaboration were still amazing. Anyway, we open with Hank on his last legs, carrying Jean through the tundra when he sees a helicopter. He wakes up Jean, who goes firebird and starts yelling for Scott, before he tells her he’s dead and the helicopter saves them. Meanwhile, the not dead X-Men have made their way to the Savage Land, where they’re being stalked by a mysterious man. Jean and hank arrive at the mansion, where Jean goes to give Xavier the news. What follows is a rare textless panel of Xavier crying as Jean comforts him. It’s brief and understated, which is a good choice since we already know everyone’s alive. Back in the Savage Land, the X-Men have made it to a village, where they all grieve their fallen friends. Ororo tries to comfort Scott, but he says that he feels like the Jean he knew has been dead since her resurrection. Ororo chews him out for wanting him and Jean not to grow up and walks off. I’m not really a fan of this moment. Although it does make sense for Scott to be terrified of change, I choose to interpret this as Scott being in shock and not processing Jean’s death, and rationalizing it to himself as her not being the same woman he loved. Meanwhile, Logan is hiding his emotions, but he’s heartbroken over Jean. Peter has made some friends, and invites Logan to join them. It’s nice to see their friendship blossoming, and I like that Jean’s “death” doesn’t drive Logan all the way back into edgy loner mode. The peaceful melancholy can’t last, and soon Ororo is attacked by Sauron, an old villain who sucks out the lifeforce of other mutants and turns into a pterodactyl man.

Sauron battles the X-Men until he runs out of energy and turns back into Karl Lykos, who Logan is about kill until Ka-Zar steps in. Karl and Ka-Zar cam to the X-Men for help in stopping Garokk, an old god who’s been reincarnated into a human body and is now called the Petrified Man. Scott refuses to help, however, saying they need to get back to the professor in case Magneto comes after him. Ka-Zar understands but Logan is pissed at what he views as cowardice. The X-Men set out to leave, but they’re stopped by a snowstorm. This was a pretty uneventful issue, most of it dedicated to the fight scene and then a recap of some previous X-Men and Ka-Zar stories. The Scott/Logan rivalry does build some more though, when Sauron hypnotizes Logan and Scott isn’t too broken up about blasting him. I also liked Kurt and Logan’s snowball fight at the end, although it’s cut short by Ka-Zar declaring the snow to be a sign of doomsday.

Our heroes are approaching Garokk’s city, through which he has conquered the Savage Land and brought a winter that threatens the ecosystem. His minions attack and take Scott, Peter, Sean, and Ka-Zar prisoner. Logan sends Zabu, Ka-Zar’s saber-tooth tiger, back for reinforcements before the others head out to save their friends. I really like Logan’s harmony with animals; he’s both a primal and serene person, and this is a good showcase of that. He gets another interesting moment when he ruthlessly kills a sentry to get his team into the city, and then after a dinosaur attack makes the first explicit mention of his healing factor and unbreakable bones, although it’s not yet clear they’re adamantium. The heroes rescue their friends and start battling Garokk’s army. Garokk himself flees and only Scott is able to pursue. They fight on the roof, but the energy causes the unstable citadel to collapse in on itself. As Scott falls into the abyss, he quickly resigns himself to death before Sean saves him. Scott is clearly depressed; a while ago when he was in this situation, he had a whole monologue about his life, but here, he doesn’t seem to care. Ororo dives after Garokk, but the darkness and depth cause her to hesitate, and she’s hit by debris and fails to save him. When she comes back up, she keeps her distance from the others. Sean wants to check on her, but Logan says that if she tried and failed to save a life, she needs space to process that. Having him be the one to point this out is a great touch; he knows death and grief better than any of the X-Men, and it’s a sign of his growing friendship with Ororo that he has the intuition to know what she needs. The X-Men set off in a boat and immediately find themselves caught in a storm.

I really liked this arc. Logan was the clear MVP, with a lot of amazing character moments. Scott got surprisingly little focus, other than one moment where he starts having flashbacks of Corsair that he doesn’t know the meaning of. I don’t remember exactly where his mourning arc goes, but he’s clearly going through it and I’m interested in rediscovering how he gets from this point to where he is in the Dark Phoenix Saga. This is also another villain with imperialist themes, although there’s not as much depth to it here as in other arcs. I also just really like the Savage Land and Sauron in general, so this was a lot of fun.

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christowhore · 3 years

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Making You Mine

pairing: chris evans x professor!fem!reader, chris evans x oc!female (brief)

summary: you and chris have your first date.

word count: 3.0k

warnings: !!! 18+ minors dni !!! slight smut, fluff, age gap (reader is 28, chris is 39) suggestive conversation, two dorks in love, alcohol consumption, heavy making out, dry humping, orgasms, rpf

notes: ngl to y’all i didn’t even mean to make it include some smut, but i ended up getting carried away. this is the second part of the ‘Pining for Professor’ series. i hope you all enjoy it and make sure to let me know what you think! *i do not give consent for this fic to be reposted or translated*

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The next few days that passed after your encounter seemed to fly by. You were busy working on your dissertation while Chris was attending ASP interviews.The two of you would text from time to time, just keeping the other updated about your life.

Chris had planned the evening out. Before considering what meal he wanted to make you, he made sure to ask you about any dietary concerns or allergies that you might have, and he was thankful that he did. You informed him that the only food allergy you had was apples. Part of him thought you were joking because he never heard of that being a restriction one could face, but after sending him a photo of one of your allergic reactions, he trashed every single apple he had stored in his fridge. A dramatic reaction, yes, but he wanted to make sure you were both completely safe and comfortable.

He decided on making a simple pasta dinner, something easy that he believed he couldn’t possibly mess up. It wasn’t until he was googling wine pairings when he remembered the woman he was supposed to have this same evening with just a few days ago; Lindsey.

Chris had been so preoccupied with you that he completely forgot about the woman. Looking at his phone and opening their messages, he saw that he had been accidentally ghosting her for the past three days. Not knowing how to deliver the news, he decided it would be best to break things off over the phone than through a text.

Clicking on her contact, he dialed her number and listened to the dial tone ring in his ear. He was pondering on what to say when he heard her voice through the phone. “Hey stranger, I was wondering when you were gonna call me back.”

“Hey Lindsey, sorry I got a little busy with life. Can we talk?”

For about the next five minutes, Chris tried his best to not give the cliche ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ excuse, but in the end he had to explain to the woman how he met somebody else, you, and that he didn’t want to string her along any longer. The call ended with some harsh words from her which he expected. Even though he hated that he hurt her feelings, in the end all he kept thinking about was you.

A couple miles away from his home, you were at your house going through your entire wardrobe trying to find the perfect outfit to wear. Did you want to go the fancy route and wear a nice dress or something casual like jeans and a blouse? Even though Chris told you the plans he had scheduled for your rendezvous, you were still feeling nervous about the whole affair.

Thankfully with the help of your friends, they were able to ease your worries and help you out with your ensemble.

The night before the planned evening, the two of you lay awake, plagued with nerves. Worried about messing up and ruining the chance to be with the other.

With how his morning started the day of his previously planned affair, Chris made sure that nothing could stand in the way of tonight. He had his suit pressed, the ingredients needed for the meal prepped, and a bouquet of red roses bought fresh from the florist resting in a vase of water. Scott went with Dodger over to his sister Shanna’a house, leaving the home to himself.

The day proceeded quickly and soon enough it was time for the date. You agreed to drive over and meet him at his home, arriving there around eight in the evening.

Walking up to the home and knocking on the door, you kept cracking your knuckles, a nervous tick of yours whenever you got anxious. Once the entryway was opened and Chris stepped into your sight, all of those pesky jitters suddenly left your body.

Chris was clad in a tailored black suit that clung to his frame. The white button up he donned was crisp and clean, you could make out a few of his tattoos peeking through the material. Accessorizing his attire, he wore a black and silver watch, the silver in the band matching the Saint Christopher medallion clasped around his neck showing through the opening of his top. His hair was perfectly gelled, making him look fresh out of a photo shoot.

He looked absolutely delectable and part of you didn’t even care about the meal, you just wanted to know how the material of his clothes felt against your skin.

When Chris opened up his door he knew you’d be there, beautiful as ever but he didn’t expect the sight that he was met with.

Your regularly curly hair was straightened, cascading off your shoulders and perfectly framing your face. The makeup you applied made your features light up. He took notice of the lipgloss you put on and all he wanted to do was grab you and taste the substance that was lucky enough to touch your lips.

Looking your body up and down, he noticed your black silk dress, a tie in the middle cinching the material together. The material stopped at your mid thighs revealing your velvety smooth legs and high heeled shoes. Thoughts of him trailing his hands up the sides of your calves while he pinned you below him flashed in his mind. Quickly he shook the image out of his mind to put back all of his attention on you.

“You look absolutely breathtaking,” he whispered in awe.

“You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

As you entered his home, he placed a hand on the small of your back tugging your frame into him so he could place a kiss on your cheek. The same butterflies you experienced when he pecked you that night in the parking lot reappeared by the dozens.

The smell of sautéing onions and garlic filled your senses, instantly making your stomach lurch around. “Whatever it is you're making smells amazing,” you commented to the brunette.

He bashfully smiled, “Thank you, I’m almost finished, though I should let you know I’m not the greatest cook.”

You laughed at his comment, unconsciously placing your palm against his upper arm. “It’s alright Chris, at least you have your looks right?”

It was his turn to laugh, your playful matter had him buzzing.

The two of you made your way through the kitchen, him to the front of the stove while you sat in the high chair behind the counter top. Before he returned to cooking the vegetables, he grabbed the bouquet of red roses he had ordered and handed them to you, a smile instantly appearing on your face.

You thanked him for his generosity and the two of you continued on in lively conversation while he focused back on finishing dinner.

Laughter filled the room while you two chatted in his living room. You two had finished dinner, Chris making a wonderful shrimp scampi that even he was surprised tasted good.

Even though you spent three hours talking that evening in your office, you two didn’t have any difficulty finding new topics to explore.

You spoke about your family and how life was growing up without siblings. How it felt being at an advanced academic level at such a young age, which allowed you the opportunity of being employed at the university at 21. Surprisingly, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable around the man, something that you had never done before. It was something about his demeanor. His presence was inviting and captivating, and all you wanted to do was continue to be around the actor.

Chris was at a loss of words with how to describe how you made him feel. You had such a hypnotizing way to yourself. He would listen to your laugh and drink it in as if it were the last time his ears would be blessed with the sound. Your smile was so genuine, stretching from ear to ear and all he wanted to do was keep that look on your face till the end of his days. He didn’t know he was staring at you until you waved in front of his face, regaining his attention.

“Earth to Evans. Are you okay there?” Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed while you stared intently into his eyes, waiting for his response. He didn’t even think about the next words that came out of his mouth when he spoke.

“I know that we just met last week, and this is only our first date, but would you do me the honor of being able to call you my girlfriend?”

The statement that was rushed out of his mouth had you choke on your glass of wine. Regaining your composure, you set the drink down and looked up at Chris.

There wasn’t any humor in his eyes, just determination as well as a bit of trepidation.

You were about to speak when he started up again. “Usually when meeting someone, I go on about two to three dates with them. Get to know them and go through the ‘what if’s’ possibilities. But with you I realized I can’t wait that long. The only thing I care about is being able to see that smile on your face, and have the melodic sound of your laugh ingrained in my life. And I don’t want to waste another second trying to determine ‘what if’ we’re not a match when I already know that you’re the one for me.”

This time you were the one at a loss of words. Emotions wrangle throughout your body. You were nervous, but the nerves that stood on end were due to the fact of being scared of how quickly you were falling for him.

Without saying anything but donning a beaming grin, you nodded.

Chris immediately leant forward and molded his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and delicate. His right hand slightly cupped your cheek, and in that moment you felt safe, you felt at ease. There was no other place the two of you wanted to be than right there in each other’s embrace.

When you pulled away it felt like time was at a standstill, nothing else mattered but the two of you being together. Even though he wasn’t a photographic person, Chris felt this overwhelming need to document this moment.

He quickly pulled out his phone and asked you if it were okay to take a photo of the two of you, a personal keepsake so to speak. You nuzzled into his side, shoulders touching, breaths fanning across each other’s face. Chris extended his hand with the camera app open and aimed towards the two of you. Though you were looking at the screen, a beaming grin stretched across your features, he was only looking at you. Admiring you as if you were his entire world, which you were slowly but surely becoming. Snapping the photo, he locked his phone and tucked it away back into his slacks.

With the close proximity you two shared, he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss you again. He was desperate to feel you, touch you, taste you. The flavor of your strawberry lip gloss inviting him in.

You melted into him, hands gripping the lapels of his jacket pulling him closer into you. He leaned into your touch, causing the two of you to lay back against his couch.

His hips were slotted in between your legs, crotch rubbing against your warm core. The friction drawing out a low moan from your chest.

He continued to feverishly attack your mouth. This kiss was different from the first. This was pure hunger. You two were desperate to feel the other. His tongue slotted into your mouth, tasting the leftover remnants of the Pinot Grigio you consumed. Notes of grapes and honeysuckles on your tongue made him push deeper. The intoxicating taste and the effects of the alcohol had him unconsciously grinding into you, rubbing his cock against your covered mound.

You ran your hands across the expanse of his body. Rubbing his arms, slightly gripping his ass, tangling your hands into the brown tuffs of his hair, you couldn’t get enough. He felt amazing against you. The rubbing of his hips were drawing out moans that you didn’t even try to suppress due to the unwavering desire you felt towards him. You felt him lift your leg up, giving himself more room to rut against you. The movement caused your dress to hike up, showing the lace of your black thong to your now boyfriend.

The two of you continued with your actions. Tongue slapping against each other as you sloppily tasted the other. The movements of his hips against your cunt accelerated to a rigorous pace when he felt a wet patch growing on your panties.

You felt like honey teenagers, dry humping each other like a pair of desperate virgins, but in that moment it was perfect.

Drawing away from each other, Chris nestled his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shockwaves of arousal straight to your core.

You were both close to reaching your respective peak, your moans were getting wilder and his hips were becoming unruly.

It only took a few more bumps of his crotch against your covered clit for you to gush in your panties. An erotic moan left your lips and filled the room while your back arched, pushing your breasts against his chest.

Hearing the near pornographic sound that left your body, while feeling your peer nipples press against his front allowed him to reach his release as well. Biting down against the column of your neck, he came in his pants, filling his boxer briefs with his seed.

Chris collapsed on top of your panting body, the two of you trying to regain a steady breath. He lay there in your arms, your nails dragging along the nape of his neck.

When he finally regained composure, Chris raised up on his palms and looked down at you. And as if your minds were synced up, you both erupted in a fit of giggles.

After coming down for your laugh attacks, you excused yourself to the bathroom to freshen up.

You stood in front of the mirror, examining your reflection. There was still some adrenaline flowing through your bloodstream causing your hands to slightly shake. Your lips were red and swollen due to the attack on them moments prior. But what you couldn’t ignore was the dopey smile that seemed to take permanent residence on your face. You felt like a giddy schoolgirl, though you weren’t complaining.

Your recently ended relationship with your ex Justin was not great. The reason for the break up was due to the fact that he didn’t make you feel special. Looking back at it now you don’t even know why you agreed to start dating him in the first place. But you were thankful it concluded, otherwise you wouldn’t be here, with a man who looked at you like you hung the moon and placed every star in the sky yourself.

Back in the living room, Chris paced around the living room for your return. Happiness surged through him, making him pump his fist in the air like he was John Bender in The Breakfast Club.

He's been with plenty of women throughout his life, even getting engaged to one, but it was in this moment he realized he had never been so infatuated with someone until you entered his life. You made all of the hairs on his body stand up just by looking at him. It elated him but also scared him. It scared him due to how fast he was falling for you. But he didn’t care. Though this feeling was foreign, he had no problem welcoming it with open arms.

After a few moments consisting of composing yourself, you made your way out of the bathroom and back to Chris. You two stood there, just smiling at each other like idiots. It was him who finally piped up.

“So that was some first date.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment.

“Tell me about it,” you replied.

The two of you conversed some more before it got late and you decided to call it a night. Making sure you had all of your belongings, including your roses, he escorted you to your car.

Resting against the door, you couldn’t resist temptation so you pulled him into you, attaching your lips to his once more. This kiss wasn’t the apprehensive one you first shared, or the hungry and desperate one that came after. This kiss was full of passion. It was the type that made you breathe out a sigh of relief into the other's mouth, glad that your bodies were in union in such an intimate manner. Neither of you wanting it to end.

When you finally pulled apart, Chris rested his forehead against your own, trying to savor the moment a while longer.

“I’ll call you when I get home, alright?”

Repeating the actions yet again of your first meeting, he went to open your door, waiting for you to slide in before shutting in. After turning on the engine, you rolled the window down allowing Chris to rest against the frame on his forearms.

“See you later, girlfriend.”

“Right back at you, boyfriend.”

Giving you a fleeting kiss goodbye, he stood up and watched as you pulled out of his driveway and back to your home.

Chris stood there in his driveway for a while. He thought about how the date went twenty times better than any other one he’d ever been on. How you made him feel like the greatest man in the world. The way your lips met his and how it was like they were made to be caressed by his. The smile that crept on your face when he called you his girlfriend. And he thought about how now nothing else in this world mattered except for keeping you in his life and making sure that wonderful smile never left your features.

A/N: so the song True by Spandau Ballet is the song i envisioned when Chris opened the door. it’s that one slow 80s song they play in movies where it’s goes like ‘ah ah ah ahhh ahh’ it's all romantic and what not, y’all know the song i’m talking about, that one. cheesy i know, but i works.

anyway baby, i know there’s not a lot of dialogue, i’ve come to the realization that it’s one of my weakness but i’ll be working on it.

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The Night Shift Part 1 (F!Reader x Frankie Morales)

Summary: Frankie has taken the job as the overnight cook at Lou’s Diner, where you work as the overnight waitress. Attraction slowly grows between you, despite both your best efforts. (18+ series)

Warnings: None for this part

Tags: Slowburn, diner romance, age gap (7 years)

Word count: 1.1k

Part 2

It was a slow night at Lou's Diner. But then again, Tuesday’s were usually pretty slow. There was only one customer, a night construction worker who had been coming in for the past three weeks for a bacon and egg sandwich. You watched at the clock ticked past 3:34AM, contemplating if it would be a good idea to have another cup of coffee. Your shift finished at 5:30, when the day crew came and the breakfast rush was just getting started. Can’t hurt, you reasoned with yourself, grabbing your favourite mug. The employees of the diner had their own mugs separate from the customers - most of them were old and had stains that couldn’t be washed out.

“Hey, Manny, wanna coffee?” you called into the kitchen to the night cook. Manny was your only co-worker after 9, when everyone else left for the night. But it was his last night, and you hadn’t met his replacement yet.

“You know how I like it, lover!” he called back. The nickname had become his favourite for you after a rumour swirled saying you and him were fucking in the chiller. Manny put that right to rest after introducing everyone to his husband.

You made up a mug for each of you, adding five spoons of sugar for his. You had asked him once why he didn’t just have a soda if he wanted that much sugar, and Manny had told you that soda made him gassy in an unsatisfying way. You decided not to prod any further.

“Have you met the new guy?” Manny asked through the window as you set the steaming cup down upon it. You shook your head.

“Have you?”

“Yeah, I had to show him some night procedures last week. He’s not too bad, a quick learner. Easy on the eyes. Not as good as me, so don’t get any ideas about replacing me as number one diner cook in your heart.” Manny winked.

“Number one diner cook and now number one history teacher.” You grinned at him, swelling with pride that his hard work had paid off and now he was going off to his dream job. Many nights working together, quizzing him on various aspects of whatever he was studying. “What’s the newbie’s name?”

“Francisco,” Manny said, “but he said to call him Frankie.”

You nodded, filing the information for later. You didn’t think too much about Manny’s other comment - easy on the eyes. Honestly, with Manny that could mean anything.

You spent the rest of your shift the way you usually did, cleaning and dealing with friendly old men who sometimes felt a little too friendly. You mostly let it slide, they tipped better when you flirted back, but sometimes the men felt a little too slimy.

The first rays of grey pre-dawn light started to peek through the windows and the breakfast rush began. You didn’t think of much beyond making it through the next half hour, and making sure you didn’t fuck any orders up.

Your saving grace was Marissa tapping you gently on your shoulder.

“Time to head out, kiddo,” the older woman said. Marissa was your second favourite person at the diner, and you felt it had a lot to do with the fact she was the person to end your shift. That, and she reminded you of your grandmother. You didn’t waste a second, giving Marissa a quick kiss on her cheek and taking your nametag off.

Manny was waiting for you outside in the back alley, cigarette in one hand and car keys in the other.

“Come on, lover, let’s get you home.” He linked his arm through yours and you walked to his car together. He had affectionately dubbed it Carrie, after Carrie Fisher and Carrie the movie.

You spent the car ride imagining movies Michael Cera could have been in to exponentially improve the quality of the movie.

“Okay,” Manny said, “instead of Timmy Chateu in Call Me By Your Name.”

You snorted at the image and at Manny’s ever ridiculous names for celebrities. “Perfect! Oh, replace Brad Pitt in Fight Club!”

“Michael Cera could do Tyler Durden, but Bradley could never do Scott Pilgrim.” Manny nodded seriously as he spoke. “God, I should be a casting director.”

All too soon, he was pulling up outside your apartment complex and against your will tears were pricking at your eyes.

“Jesus, are you crying?” Manny leant over to get a better look at you. “I’m not dying!”

“I’m gonna miss you,” a sob caught in your throat.

“We’re seeing each other on Sunday! Get a hold of yourself!”

“It’s not gonna be the same!”

“Of course it’s not, but you’ve got to calm down. Take a deep breath with me, okay? In and out, just like that. Now look at me, we’re seeing each other on Sunday, and this new guy can’t be too bad otherwise Lou wouldn’t have hired him.”

You nodded, drying your tears on the sleeve of your shirt. “You’re right, you’re right. Okay, I love you, I’ll see you Sunday.”

Manny gave your hand one last squeeze and you decided it was finally time to go to bed.

~*~

Frankie didn’t know what drew him to the diner job. Since his army days, he had jumped from job to job, never staying more than a couple years. He liked working with his hands, never wanted too much responsibility, and wanted something that would leave him tired enough that we wouldn’t dream when he went to sleep.

The owner of the diner had asked if he’d had any experience as a cook, and when Frankie said that he was left in charge of the barbeque at all functions he went to, Lou shrugged and said “good enough.”

After shaking his hand, Lou had told him there were only three rules he cared about. Number one was do not harass the female staff, sexually or otherwise. Simple enough to follow, Frankie figured, for any decent human. The second rule was not to steal from the registers. Staff got food and coffee for free, within reason. And the third, was to try to avoid fighting with customers, but Lou would understand if it was necessary.

There wasn’t a uniform, so Frankie wore what he would’ve on any other night - jeans and a flannel over a plain tee, and of course his cap.

Frankie arrived ten minutes before his shift started, looking at the clock on the dash of his truck. He was a little nervous, but that always came with the first day of a new job. The nerves mainly related to whether or not the person he was supposed to work with would be at the very least, nice. He was only thirty-three, but already he felt too old to be part of any workplace pettiness.

Finally, the clock ticked to five minutes before his shift started. The sun was low in the sky and the truck had become chilly with the impending night. Straightening his cap, Frankie stepped into the warmth of the diner.

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bamfdaddio · 3 years

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X-Men Unabridged: Proteus

The X-Men, those beautiful mutants that have sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them, are a cultural juggernaut with a long, tangled history. We’ve been untangling that history for a while, but sometimes, you really want a more in-depth look. Interested? Then read the (un)Abridged X-Men!

(X-Men 125 - 128) - by Chris Claremont and John Byrne

Fun* fact: this particular issue is the oldest comic I physically own.

* for a given value of fun

Something sinister lurks on Muir Isle…

This arc is very much set up like a horror movie. It starts out as a regular X-Men narrative, where Claremont is weaving along several plot threads. We check in with the X-Men in Westchester, we check in with Magneto who has retreated to Asteroid M and we even check in with Xavier in space, who finally learns more about the true scope of the Phoenix and its nature. Finally, we’ve got Jean stationed at Muir Isle, where Moira is investigating the sheer scope of her powers. (She has realized how strong Jean truly is; akin to a god. Her theory is that Jean’s recent power dampening is the result of her human mind trying to cope with her massive power level.) It’s about as everyday as it gets for the X-Men, but, well…

I always thought Jean molecularly restructured her own outfit into the Phoenix-costume whenever she needed to change, but here, she just… wills it away? Also, why did you need an outfit change for this, anyway? Does the costume simply appear whenever she exerts too much of her powers, like an angry forehead vein? So many questions. (X-Men 126)

Other residents at Muir are Polaris, Havok and the Multiple Man, all of them blissfully unaware that something skulks about in the shadows: the remains of an unfortunate captain, whose body has been taken over by something… other.

But someone else is skulking around in the shadows, too. Jean isn’t aware of it, but a familiar stranger is manipulating her from the sidelines.

I’ve been gaslighting a cosmic force, ask me how! (X-Men 126)

1979 marks the first appearance of the Hellfire Club, though we only meet one member for now: Jason Wyngarde. (Maybe all of this could have been avoided if he’d had a Barbie doll to dress up in black lace as a child, but alas.) ‘Jason’ is a pseudonym and though most people these days know that he’s a familiar villain from the X-Men’s past, the reveal of his true identity will follow later.

Meanwhile, Beast finally gets off his ass to check on the Xavier mansion, even though the X-Men must have been tripping intruder alarms for months now. Still, we do get this sweet moment out of it:

Of course she’s going to be surprised at the sheer amount of plot contrivances that were thrown up to keep all y’all apart for a full year. (X-Men 126)

Beast knows that Jean went to Muir, so Scott immediately goes for the phone. Lorna picks up, but during the call she starts screaming, leaning heavily into the horror genre. She fends off the withering remains of the captain, so instead, ‘Mutant X’ jumps into a duplicate of Jamie Madrox and promptly flees to the mainland on a boat.

Guuurl, that body is snatched. (X-Men 126)

The X-Men (sans Beast) hit Muir Isle, where Moira debriefs them. Moira reveals who Mutant X is: his name is Kevin MacTaggart, her son, who has the terrifying power to warp reality. Because his power is so vast, he burns through bodies at an alarming rate. He can only be contained - or killed - by inorganic metal. In an effort to contain him (and, presumably, help him at some point), Moira locked him in a metal cell. He was kept there, alone, for god knows how long, until Magneto accidentally freed him. They know he escaped the island and, because of his parasitic need for fresh host bodies, Moira posits that he’ll be heading for a big city.

Kevin - who dubs himself Proteus - racks up an impressive body count in the country side, killing 7 people in total. (6 people and 1 dupe? Eh.) He’s a terrific villain, because he’s powerful, has a well-defined weakness and, even though it’s not impossible to emphasize with him -- isolation tends to drive people mad -- the way he discards his victims is truly chilling.

The X-Men chase after him, Wolverine picking up the scent. When Proteus tries to claim him, Logan’s adamantium skeleton repels him. In response, he unspools reality.

I’ve had this trip. I think they call this strain Dragon’s Dynamite. (X-Men 126)

Storm intervenes, but Proteus leaves Nightcrawler and especially Wolverine rattled. Logan’s heightened senses root him in reality more than most, and when Proteus uses his powers, everything is just screaming wrong at him. But nobody is safe: little Kevin MacTaggart turns gravity against Ororo, taking her out as well.

He tries to claim Storm, but Moira repels him, sniping at him from afar. Proteus fears (metal) bullets, knowing they can kill him. When Cyclops realizes Moira’s shooting to kill, he intervenes - X-Men don’t kill, after all. Moira knocks him out with her gun, but Kevin escapes in the confusion. Moira finally realizes where her son is headed, while the X-Men regroup.

In Edinburgh, Moira pays Joe MacTaggart a visit - her husband, Kevin’s father.

The MacTaggarts are definitely in the running for the Xavier/Marko-award for Fucked Up Family Dynamics. (X-Men 127)

There’s a calculating coldness to Moira’s character that I’ve never responded well to, but I like how Claremont fills in the blanks here. It’s part unhappiness, part a deep frustration with her inability to help her own son. I wonder how Kevin was a child, before his mutant gene activated: was he a sweet boy, or one with a cruel streak? Did she fear what he might become?

There’s a few gaps in Claremont’s narrative, but Hickman has drawn on this very well, I think: the Moira X in HoXPoX is equally calculating, equally cold. But how can she not be? How often has she raised Kevin? How often has she had to kill him? How many times has she watched these people, these X-Men, die?

Anyway, Moira’s warning is as effective as anger management therapy for Sabretooth, because Kevin comes by Joe’s office a little while later and snuffs out his dad. Phoenix hears Joe screaming telepathically across the moors, allowing the X-Men to pinpoint him. Claremont also makes sure to show that Jean’s power is steadily growing:

Polaris be like: “No, no, I’m carrying my own emotionally stunted Summers boy, thank you.” (X-Men 127)

Proteus takes Moira hostage as the X-Men confront him. They fight.

Ordinarily, I don’t pay a lot of attention to the fight scenes, because recapping those usually boils down to “Cyclops conks Magneto in the helmet” or “Wolverine snikts Pyro in the gas tank”, but this one is truly great. John Byrne delivers some excellent work, showcasing the scope of Proteus’ powers through his art, his panelling. Don’t just take my word for it:

I love how trippy all of this is. Pivoting gravity, changing an optic beam into flowers… Sure, Proteus might be a callous and cruel SoB, but he’s also one imaginative motherfucker. (X-Men 127)

One by one, Proteus manages to distract or take out the X-Men, either by endangering passers-by, encasing them in amber (Storm) or burying them alive (Banshee). One of my favorite details is how afraid they all are: especially Wolverine and Nightcrawler hesitate before jumping into the fray. For them, this villain is truly beyond their scope.

In the end, it’s Phoenix who manages to drive him back, outside of the center of Edinburg and up an old castle, where there are fewer civilians to threaten. There, on the ramparts, it’s Colossus who makes the final stand: he destroys Proteus’ physical body and realizes that right now, there’s only one thing they can do to stop him. All it will cost is Piotr’s innocence.

Showcasing an ancient Japanese truth: Psychic Pokémon are weak to Steel attacks. (X-Men 128)

Proteus scatters to the winds and the X-Men emerge victorious, though Moira has lost both her son and her husband after this ordeal. Moreover, I think this is the first villain that the X-Men explicitly kill, simply because they have no other options left. This marks the first time that their ideal of mutant rehabilitation fails. What’s worse is that Kevin MacTaggart was essentially nothing more than a supremely screwed up boy who got access to way too much power way too quickly.

I wonder if it would have turned out differently had Xavier been there. (I also wonder if it’s a coincidence that this takes place right before the Dark Phoenix saga.)

I think this might be Claremont’s best arc yet, heightened by John Byrne’s excellent art. Chris deftly mixes horror, action and his usual soap opera elements, serving one cohesive narrative that (for once) doesn’t leave much hanging. Proteus is an excellent villain whose powers work visually (pay attention, MCU) and whose entire being touches on one of the same aspects as Krakoa: can and should every mutant fit into any sort of normal society?

If you have someone who’s interested in vintage X-Men and you want to recommend something that doesn’t require a confusing explanation of all the necessary backstory (and perhaps a crude sketch of the Summers and/or Lensherr family tree), I would recommend this arc.

And the rest, as they say, is Hellfire. 1980 is gonna be a doozy.

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Huddling for warmth square complete!

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“Remember when I told Scott this was a stupid idea?” Stiles asks, wrapping his arms tighter around himself. “Because I remember telling him that this was a stupid idea.”

“I remember,” Derek tells him, dragging the human through the dying light. “You’ve only been complaining about it for the last hour.”

“I told him this weather was unnatural.” He trips on a root hidden beneath the fallen snow and stumbles, almost crashing to his knees before Derek’s grip on his arm jerks him back up. “I mean, since when does it even snow in Beacon Hills?”

“It’s not that bad.”

Stiles drags his feet, bringing them both to a halt. “Derek, it’s snowing. In May. And unlike werewolves, us fragile humans don’t do well in sub-zero temperatures.” He shivers again, rubbing his hands up and down his bare arms.

“Here.” Derek shrugs out of his jacket, draping it across Stiles’ shoulders. “Just stop complaining.”

The leather is warm and smells faintly of Derek. Stiles slips his arms into the sleeves and pulls it tight, breathing in the scent the envelopes him.

“We’re going about this wrong.” Stiles turns to look back the way they’d come. “We’re not going to find the mage like this.”

“Then what do you suggest?” Derek asks, folding his arms across his chest.

“I think we need to regroup,” Stiles says. “We need to find the others and come up with an actual plan that doesn’t involve running around at night in a magical snowstorm.”

He waits for the werewolf to challenge him, but instead Derek sighs.

“You’re right.”

“Uh, excuse me?” Stiles grins, getting up in Derek’s space. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure I heard you right.”

“Shut up Stiles, I’m not saying it again.” Derek pushes him away but there’s a smile tugging at his lips. “Scott’s an idiot and we’re getting nowhere.”

“Why’d you agree to this then?” Stiles asks, falling into step beside him. The lightly falling snow is quickly obscuring their footprints, but Stiles trusts Derek’s sense of direction to get them back to town.

Derek doesn’t answer, he just gives Stiles a pointed look.

“You just wanted to spend more time with me, didn’t you,” Stiles teases, bumping into Derek with his hip. “It’s okay, you can say it.”

“That’s not it.”

“Uh huh, sure.”

“Not entirely.” Derek bumps Stiles back and they continue walking through the deepening snow.

As what little light is left fades away, Derek takes the lead, guiding Stiles through the darkness. The clouds hang low in the sky, and the world around them is silent but for the soft patter of falling snow.

“Fuck.” Stumbling on a rock, Stiles goes down, sprawling across the icy ground.

“Are you okay?” Derek stops and helps him to his feet.

“Y-yeah,” Stiles brushes the snow off his clothes. His shorts are soaked, as are his shoes, and his legs and feet are beginning to go numb. “It’s just so f-fucking cold.”

“I think we’re almost back,” Derek says, reassuringly. He turns, nostrils flaring as he scents the cold air. “Just a few more minutes.”

“G-good.” Stiles flexes his fingers. They’re red and chapped tucked up in the sleeves of Derek’s jacket. “Because I’m about to turn into a human popsicle.”

“Come on.” Derek pushes Stiles in front of him. He keeps a hand on the human’s shoulder, guiding him forward and keeping him upright when he stumbles again.

The closer the get to town, the heavier the snow gets. Derek keeps nudging Stiles forward as his pace get’s slower and slower.

“H-how f-far?” Stiles’ shivers violently. His body feels too heavy, his head hanging forward. It’s all he can do to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

“We’re almost back.”

“C-c—”

Derek catches him when he trips again. Stiles’ skin is like ice against Derek’s bare arms as the werewolf hoists him up. He picks up his pace, wanting to get back to the loft as fast as possible.

The familiar outline of the loft draws a sigh of relief from Derek. He doesn’t bother waiting for the ancient elevator, taking the stairs two at a time.

No one else is back yet, but Derek doesn’t have the capacity to worry about the rest of the pack right now. He carries Stiles up to his room, sitting him on the edge of the bed and peels the wet jacket off him.

“No,” Stiles whines, clinging weakly to the leather.

“Stiles, you’re soaking wet,” Derek tells him gently. “It needs to come off.”

“C-cold.”

“I know.” Derek tugs off Stiles’ sneakers then his wet socks. “But you’ll warm up once you’re dry. Arms up.”

The shirt clings to Stiles’ skin and he get’s tangled up. Derek manages to pull the wet fabric up over his head and toss it onto the floor.

Stiles tries to help with his shorts, but his fingers fumble with the zipper. Derek gently pushes his hands away and then tugs down his shorts, tossing them into the growing pile on the floor.

He snags a towel left hanging over a chair and uses it to dry Stiles off.

“Okay, climb in.” Derek pulls back the covers on his bed, then pulls off his jeans and shirt to climb in beside Stiles. He wraps his arms around Stiles, pulling him close.

“Mm toasty,” Stiles mumbles, tucking his head against Derek’s shoulder. “Y’know,” he says, blinking up at Derek. “If you wanted me in your bed, all you had to do is ask.”

#eternal sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf bingo #teenwolffanfic

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 4 years

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Ocean Eyes - Part 6

I was stood in front of my mirror looking over my outfit choice, i wanted to keep it casual but dressy enough to be out on a Friday night! I already knew Hannah would show up in some ridiculously short dress or a too low cut top showing off her assets! The black wrap top i found in my closet was just low cut enough to tease but not slutty, i found my good jeans (that always made me feel good about myself) and finished my look with my black heals.

As i checked my hair and make up i couldn't help but feel nervous. It had been so long since i had been out like this. My social life was pretty non-exsistant since becoming a mom, even when i did go out with Hannah it was days out with Mason and Lucas. I grabbed my clutch from the dresser throwing in my lipstick and eyeliner incase i needed to freshen up my makeup throughout the evening and then headed downstairs.

"Mace, you ready to go?" I asked as i walked into the living room, i was dropping him at Hannah's mom's place and meeting her there.

"Yeah..... wow mom you look so pretty" he said smiling at me.

"Thank you baby" he was such a sweet kid, he made my heart melt!

I grabbed my leather jacket and Mason's overnight bag and we were soon heading out to the car.

When we arrived at the bar we found a table in the back and got settled. Hannah was straight up at the bar ordering shots and vodka lemonade's while i held the table and kept a look out for Scott.

Hannah came back carrying a tray full of drinks with a huge grin on her face.

"These should last us a while"

"Jesus Han, you trying to kill me? You do realise i'll probably be wasted after two drinks!" I chuckled shaking my head.

"Thats what tonight is all about, we dont have to worry about the boys.... tonight we are free to drink and get wasted"

"Not gonna lie, i actually needed this"

"You've had a stressful few days babe, you've handled it like a pro. Im proud of you"

"Thanks" i smiled before throwing back a shot of whisky "wow.... that warms the chest" i coughed a little before laughing.

My cell lit up notifying me of a message from Scott telling me he was here, i told him where to find us and seconds later he was sliding into the seat next to me.

"Wow you look amazing honey!" He looked me up and down.

"Thank you Scott, Mason told me i looked pretty before we left.... i swear my heart melted"

"Awww thats so cute"

"Lucas didn't even notice i was going out" Hannah rolled her eyes before picking up another shot "Mason is such a sweetheart.... so observant to everything around him. My Luke? Im lucky if i can get him to talk to me at all when he's watching TV"

"He gets that from his dad Han, sounds exactly like Mike"

"God i hope not, i dont want him turning out like that asshole".

Scott disappeared to the bar (he was gone for ages) when he reappeared he was carrying a tray full of drinks.... some pretty pink glittery cocktails and more shots.

"Look how pretty these are!" he said loudly looking so happy with his drink choice, Hannah and i burst out laughing at how excited he was over the glittery drinks.

Id lost count of how many drinks we'd had by now, we had taken so many photo's and had even been dancing.... Scott had climbed up onto the table at one point until he nearly fell off.

"What about him? He looks cute.... and he keeps looking over here!" Scott pointed to a man near the bar, Hannah was already chatting to some guy she had taken a liking to.

"I think he's looking at you Scotty" i laughed.

"Who are you looking at?? Are we talking about the same person??"

"The blonde guy...."

"No! Im looking at him! The tall dark and handsome guy smouldering in the corner"

"His beautiful.... and so outta my league!" I laughed before taking a sip of my drink "i need to use the ladies room, i'll be back".

Heading back to our table once id finished in the ladies room i noticed Scott wasn't alone at our table anymore, Mr tall dark and handsome was sat with him along with another guy.

"Scott! You little shit" i muttered under my breath before giving him a false smile.

"Here she is! Gentleman this is my best friend Y/N.

Y/N this is Derek and Peter"

"Hi, its nice to meet you" Mr tall dark and handsome said with the most beautiful smile "i'm Derek"

"Hey, nice to meet you too"

"I invited them to join us for some drinks, more the merrier and all that" Scott looked at me smirking.

'Ruby's' was packed out when we got there just before 11pm, Derek and Peter had decided to join us as well as Hannah's new 'friend' who we found out was called Troy. Derek and Peter had gone to get a round of drinks in while Scott and I found a table. I kept seeing Scott texting someone, he'd been at it all night.

"Okay spill, who have you been texting all night? You gotta a new guy?" I asked loudly over the music wiggling my eyebrows at him before giggling....id had far too much to drink!

"No there's no new guy" he laughed.

"So who is it?"

"Um...."

"Please tell me its not your brother Scott"

"Of course it is..... i'm sorry"

"Checking up on you?"

"Yeah you know what his like, he wanted to come out too but i told him that would be weird. He is going to be picking me up though"

"Scott!" I moaned resting my head on the table and groaning "Im too drunk to deal with your brother"

"He will just be picking me up out front, you dont have to see him" he reached over and gave my hand a squeeze.

"Okay"

"Here we go, we come baring gifts" Peter announced placing a tray on the small table.

"Thank you guys" i smiled at them both "anyone see where Hannah went?"

"I think she left with that guy" Derek said "im sure it was her i saw leaving"

"Why am i not surprised! She always did this to me"

"Did what?"

"Beg me to go out with her for a girls night and then disappear with some random guy. You'd think she'd grow out of that by now" i laughed. Checking my phone i saw a message from her confirming that she had indeed left for the night.

"I think this is my last guys, i'm seeing two of everyone"

"We should do this again sometime, its aways nice to meet new friends" Scott said to Derek and Peter.

"Its been fun" i nodded in agreement.

We all exchanged numbers and then Scott came outside with me to call an Uber. As we walked outside we spotted Chris's car parked across the street.

"He's here already"

"You can go, i'll be okay on my own"

"No way! Im not leaving you alone out here" he said being extra dramatic.

Scott's phone rang and he showed me the screen with Chris's name.

"Hey..... no everything's fine y/n is just getting an Uber. Um.... okay hold on" he looked at me "Chris said he'll take you home"

"An Ubers fine...."

"Come on let us take you. Please? For me?"

"Fine" i threw my hands up sighing "lets go".

I let Scott get in the front with chris while i sat in the back.

"You guys have fun?" He asked as he pulled out on to the road.

"It was sooo good. You missed out" Scott said drunkenly looking at his brother with a grin.

"Well i wasn't invited"

"Oh god...." i muttered to myself rolling my eyes, i was too drunk for this. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes.... maybe i could just sleep until we reached my place.

I managed to fall asleep until my cell started ringing. I fumbled around in my clutch for the phone and answered without seeing who it was.

"Hello"

"Y/N its Sue" i heard Hannah's mom's voice come through, i instantly opened my eyes on full alert.

"Sue, is everything okay.... is Mace ok?"

"He's actually not feeling well, he's been sick and has a fever. Y/N he's just crying and asking for you"

"Shit, um okay.... christ why did i drink so much"

"Hey whats wrong with Mason?" Chris asked meeting my eyes in the rear view.

"He's been sick and has a fever, he keeps asking for me"

"We can go get him, just tell me where i gotta go".

"Sue we'll be there in 10 minutes" i told her after i gave Chris the address "okay, see you soon" i ended the call and let my head fall back against the headrest "fuck! How the hell am i supposed to look after Mason like this"

"I can help out, i dont mind" Chris spoke up "if you need me to stay and help with Mason....."

"Thats actually not an awful idea.... at least until i've sobered up a bit. God, this is why i dont go out getting wasted!"

"You couldn't have known he'd get sick"

"But i should've been there for him...." i was suddenly feeling guilty for not being there for my baby boy.

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#chris evans #captain america #steve rogers #chris evans x reader #steve rogers x reader #reader insert #ocean eyes

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Story of Ted Bundy

TW: execution photos, details of deaths

**a more detailed victim list will be posted later, beware of this post if you are sensitive to blood/gore/other oddities of true crime as it will have crime scene photos**

Theodore Robert Cowell, was born on November 24th, 1946 to Eleanor Louise Cowell at the Elizabeth Lund Home for Unwed Mothers. Eleanor was known by Louise and Ted’s father’s identity is unconfirmed. His birth certificate states Lloyd Marshall, a salesman and Air Force veteran, as his father. Louise claims his father to be an old war veteran known as Jack Worthington, this is who the King’s County Sheriff’s Office has listed as such. A few family members believe that Louise’s father, Samuel Cowell, could’ve been Ted’s father but no evidence has been found to support this claim.

Ted was raised in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania by his maternal grandparents for the first three years of his life. He, family, and friends, were told that his grandparents were actually his parents and that his mother was his older sister in order to protect them all from the stigma of birthing a child out of wedlock. There are variations of how Bundy found out his true parentage. A past girlfriend was told that Bundy was shown his birth certificate by a cousin, Stephen Michaud and Hugh Aynesworth (both biographers) were told by Bundy that he found the certificate himself. Anne Rule (biographer and crime writer, who knew Bundy personally) believes he did not find this information until 1969. In 1950, Louise changed her surname from Cowell to Nelson and left Philadelphia to live with cousins Alan and Jane Scott in Tacoma, Washington. In 1951, Louise met Johnny Culpepper Bundy at an adult singles night at Tacoma’s First Methodist Church. Johnny and Louise later married that year and Johnny formally adopted Ted. Johnny and Louise went on to have four children together, and whilst Johnny tried including Ted on family trips and outings, he remained distant.

Teenage Ted Bundy

In 1965, Ted graduated from Woodrow Wilson High School and enrolled in the University of Puget Sound where he spent a year before transferring to the University of Washington to study Chinese. In 1967, he became involved romantically with a UW classmate, most commonly known as Stephanie Brooks in biographies. In 1968, he dropped out of college and worked at a series of minimum wage jobs; even working as Arthur Fletcher’s bodyguard and driver during his Lieutenant Governor campaign. Brooks then ended their relationship due to Bundy’s lack of ambition. He also took one semester at Temple University after returning back to Arkansas and Philadelphia to visit family. In 1969, Ted moved back to Washington where he met Elizabeth Kloepfer (also known in Bundy literature as Liz Kendall, Beth Archer, or Meg Anders).

Ted Bundy & Elizabeth Kloepfer

In 1970, Ted re-enrolled at the University of Washington as a psychology major. During this time he became an honor student and was well regarded by his professors. In 1971, he took a job at Seattle’s Suicide Hotline Crisis Center, where he met Anne Rule who noted nothing disturbing or abnormal about Bundy. In early 1973, despite his average law school admission scores, he was granted admittance to UPS and the University of Utah. In 1973, he rekindled his relationship with Stephanie Brooks. He also continued to date Elizabeth Kloepfer. Neither woman knew of the other at this time. During this time period, Brooks had flown in several times to stay with him in Seattle. He had discussed marriage with Stephanie and had also introduced her as his fiancee at a point. In 1974, he abruptly broke off all contact. He did not return phone calls or letters. After a month of trying, Brooks was finally able to contact Bundy by phone, asking why he had so abruptly ended the relationship without an explanation. He responded with, “Stephanie, I have no idea what you mean.” and hung up the phone. She never heard from him again after that. He had just wanted to prove to himself that he could marry her in retaliation of her ending their former relationship before.

Ted Bundy and Stephanie Brooks

Ted had been skipping classes in law school by this point and had stopped attending all together by april when the first series of murders were reported. Circumstantial evidence points Ann Marie Burr, an 8-year-old girl, as one of Bundy’s first victims in 1962.

Ann Marie Burr, age 8

Washington/Oregon Murders

College aged young women started to disappear at a rate of about one a month in Washington and Oregon. On January 4th, 1974, shortly after midnight, Bundy snuck into the basement apartment of 18-year-old Karen Sparks (also known as Joni Lenz, Mary Adams, or Terri Caldwell in Bundy literature). He bludgeoned her with a metal rod from her bed frame and then sexually assaulted her with the same rod. She was unconscious for 10 days but survived. She sustained major permanent physical and mental disabilities. In the early morning of February 1st, 1974, Bundy broke into the basement bedroom of Lynda Anne Healy. He beat her until she was unconscious, dressed her in a white blouse, blue jeans, and boots and carried her away from the scene. On March 12th, 1974, Donna Gail Manson, a 19-year-old student at the Evergreen State College in Olympia went missing as she left her dorm to attend a jazz concert that she would never attend. April 17th, 1974, Susan Elaine Rancourt disappeared from Central Washington State College, on her way back to her dorm after an advisors meeting. Two female students later came forward with encounters with the same man. One was on the night of Susan’s disappearance and the other was three days before that. The man had his arm in a sling and had asked the girls for help loading his books into a brown or tan Volkswagen beetle. In Corvallis at Oregon State University, on May 6th, 1974, Roberta Kathleen Parks, left her dormitory to meet friends for coffee and she never arrived.

Police precincts were growing more and more concerned with each abduction. As they had no evidence or connection between each of the girls besides they were all young, attractive, college-aged, white women with their brown hair parted down the middle. On June 1st, 1974, Brenda Carol Ball, disappeared from the Flame Tavern in Burien, near the Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. She had last been seen in the parking lot with a brown-haired man with his arm in a sling. Not too long after that, on June 11th, 1974 Georgann Hawkins disappeared walking down a brightly lit alleyway between her boyfriend’s dormitory and her own sorority house. After Georgann’s disappearance was made public in the media, witnesses came forward reporting that they saw a man that night in an alley behind a nearby dormitory. He was on crutches with a leg cast and was struggling to carry a briefcase. Another witness had said that the man actually asked for her help. At this time Ted was working in Olympia as the Assistant Director of the Seattle Crime Prevention Advisory Commission. He wrote pamphlets for women on rape prevention here. He also later worked at the Department of Emergency Services (DES), which helped look for the missing women. This is where he met Carol Anne Boone, and began dating her (as well as Elizabeth Kloepfer).

Carol Anne Boone

Pressure was immense on law enforcement at this time. This was very frustrating as panic spread through young women of the area, with six disappearances and one brutal beating. Rates of hitchhiking in young women dropped drastically. Police could not provide reporters with what little information they had because they did not want to compromise the investigation. Similarities between the victims were noted by the police in their investigations: The disappearances all took place at night, each disappearance was usually near ongoing construction work, also within a week of midterm or final exams. Every single victim was wearing slacks or blue jeans; and at most crime scenes, there were sightings of a man wearing a cast or a sling, and driving a brown or tan Volkswagen Beetle. On July 14th, 1974, five female witnesses on a beach at Lake Sammamish State Park in Issaquah, Washington, described an attractive man in a white tennis outfit with his arm in a sling. They also described him speaking in a light accent, possibly Canadian or British, and was introducing himself as Ted. He asked for their help in unloading a sailboat from his Volkswagen beetle. Four of the girls refused but one accompanied him to the point of the car in view. When she did not see a sailboat, she fled the area. Three other witnesses saw the man, now known as Ted, saw him approach Janice Ann Ott. He fed her the sailboat story and she was seen leaving the beach with him. Four hours after Janice’s disappearance, Denise Marie Naslund, vanished after leaving a picnic to use the restroom.

Idaho/Utah Murders and Kidnappings

In August 1974, Ted moved to Salt Lake City, Utah, after receiving a second letter of acceptance from the University of Utah Law School. He continued to call Elizabeth Kloepfer as he lived in Salt Lake, but dated at least a dozen other women at the time. On September 2nd, 1974, Ted abducted, raped, and murdered a still unknown hitchhiker in Idaho. On October 2nd, 1974, Ted kidnapped 16-year-old Nancy Wilcox from Holladay, a suburb of Salt Lake City. On October 18th, 1974, The daughter of the police chief of Midvale, Melissa Anne Smith, vanished after leaving a pizza parlor. Her body was found nine days later, nude, in a mountainous area. Postmortem reports say she may have remained alive for up to seven days after her disappearance. On October 17th, 1974, Laura Ann Aime disappeared after leaving a cafe around midnight. Her body was found by hikers, nine miles northeast of American Fork Canyon on Thanksgiving Day. Both, Melissa and Laura had been beaten, raped, sodomized, and were strangled with nylon stockings. November 8th, 1974, Ted approached Carol DaRonch, introduced himself as Officer Roseland and used the story of someone attempting to break into her car and to accompany him to the police station to make a report. When Carol pointed out that he was not going to the police station, he immediately pulled over to the shoulder of the road and tried to handcuff her. In their struggle, he accidentally handcuffed both cuffs to the same wrist. Carol was able to throw the door open and escape because of this. On the same evening, Debra Jean Kent disappeared after leaving a theater production to pick up her brother. The school's drama teacher and a student told police that "a stranger" had asked each of them to come out to the parking lot to identify a car. Another student later saw the same man pacing in the rear of the auditorium, and the drama teacher spotted him again shortly before the end of the play. Outside of the auditorium, investigators were able to recover a key that unlocked the handcuffs on Carol DaRonch’s wrists.

In November, Elizabeth Kloepfer called King County police for the second time, after reading about the string of disappearances and murders in the towns surrounding Salt Lake. Bundy had risen considerably as a suspect among the King County Police, but the most reliable witness from Lake Sammamish could not identify in a photo lineup. In December, Elizabeth called the Salt Lake City police with her suspicions. Ted was then added to their list of suspects, but there were no credible forensic links to put him at any of the Utah crimes. In January of 1975, Ted returned to Seattle and stayed a week with Elizabeth. She did not tell him she had reported him to the police on three occasions. She also made plans to visit him in August of 1975 in Salt Lake. Unfortunately, Ted’s crimes moved to Colorado at this point.

Colorado/Utah/Idaho Murders

January 12th, 1975, Caryn Eileen Campbell disappeared walking down a well lit hallway between the elevator and her room at the Wildwood Inn in Snowmass Village, Colorado. Her body was found a month later on a dirt road next to the resort, nude. On March 15th, 1975, Julie Cunningham disappeared while walking to a dinner date with a friend from her apartment. April 6th, 1975, Denise Lynn Oliverson vanished while riding her bicycle to her parents house. Her bike and sandals were found near a railroad bridge in a viaduct. May 6th, 1975, Ted was able to lure 12-year-old Idaho native from Alameda Junior High School, Lynette Dawn Culver, to his hotel room in Salt Lake City, where he drowned and raped her. He disposed of her body in possibly the Snake river north of Pocatello. In Mid-May, three of Ted’s coworkers from DES came to stay with him for a week. This included Carol Anne Boone. They stayed for about a week. Subsequently, Ted visited Elizabeth Kloepfer in early June. They discussed getting married the following Christmas. She again made no comments about her talking to police on several occasions. Ted also did not disclose his ongoing relationship with Carol Anne Boone or his relationship with a Utah law student known as both; Kim Andrews or Sharon Auer. June 28th, 1975, Susan Curtis disappeared from the campus of Brigham Young University, forty-five miles south of Salt Lake City. In August of 1975, Ted was also baptized into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints although he did not follow any of the religious practices and was not an active participant in services.

On August 16th, 1975, Officer Bob Hayward of the Utah Highway Patrol, arrested Ted in Granger. This was another suburb of Salt Lake City. Hayward had observed him cruising the residential area in the pre-dawn hours. Ted then fled the area at high speeds after seeing Hayward’s patrol car. After noticing the front passengers seat was removed and placed on the back seat, the car was searched. Hayward found a ski mask, another mask fashioned from pantyhose, a crowbar, handcuffs, trash bags, rope, an ice pick, and other burglary tools. Ted had said that the mask was for skiing, he found the handcuffs in the dumpster, and the rest were household items. Detective Jerry Thompson remembered a similar looking suspect and car description from Carol DaRonch’s attempted kidnapping. Police then searched Bundy’s apartment and were able to turn up a guide to Colorado’s ski resorts with a checkmark next to the Wildwood Inn. They were also able to find a brochure for Viewmont High School play in Bountiful where Debra Kent disappeared. They although did not find enough evidence to detain Ted and he was released on his own recognizance. Ted claimed later that investigators missed his collection of polaroid photos of his victims and he destroyed them after his release. Salt Lake police placed Ted under a 24 hour surveillance.

Detective Thompson flew to Seattle with two other detectives to interview Elizabeth Kloepfer. Elizabeth told them that in the year prior to Ted’s move to Salt Lake, she had discovered things that she "couldn't understand" in her house and also in Ted's apartment. The items she found included crutches, a bag of plaster of Paris that he had admitted stealing from a medical supply house, and a meat cleaver that was never used for cooking. Additional things she found included surgical gloves, an Oriental knife in a wooden case that he just kept in the glove compartment of his car, and a sack full of women's clothing. Ted was so far into debt, that Elizabeth suspected that he had stolen almost everything of significance that he owned. When she confronted him over a new TV and stereo, he warned her, "If you tell anyone, I'll break your fucking neck.” Elizabeth then mentioned that she would find Ted looking at her body with a flashlight under the covers on more than one occasion, and that he would get very upset if she mentioned cutting her hair. Which was long, brown, and parted in the middle. Detectives interviewing Elizabeth were able to confirm that Ted was not with her on any of the nights where the Pacific Northwest disappearances occurred. This is where Elizabeth learned about Stephanie Brooks and their brief engagement in 1973. In September, Ted sold his beetle to a Midvale teenager, but Utah police impounded it and dismantled it. They were able to find matching hair samples from Caryn Campbell. They also found “microscopically indistinguishable” hair strands from Melissa Smith and Carol DaRonch. On October 2nd, 1975, Police put Ted into a lineup and Carol DaRonch was able to identify him as Officer Roseland. Other witnesses were able to identify him as the stranger from the auditorium at Viewmont High School. He was able to be charged with aggravated kidnapping and attempted criminal assault in Carol DaRonch’s case. He was released on $15,000 bail, which was paid by his parents. He continued to live with Elizabeth Kloepfer during this time.

In February 1976, Ted stood trial for Carol DaRonch’s kidnapping. He waived his right to trial by jury because of the negative views surrounding the case and opted for a bench trial. After a four day trial, and a weekend of deliberation, Ted was found guilty of kidnapping and assault. In June he was sentenced to one to fifteen years in the Utah State Prison. In October, he was found hiding in bushes in the prison yard carrying an "escape kit". This included road maps, airline schedules, and a social security card. He spent several weeks in solitary confinement for this. Later in October, Colorado authorities charged him with Caryn Campbell's murder. He waived his right to extradition and was transferred to Aspen in January 1977.

June 7, 1977, Ted was transported from the Garfield County jail in Glenwood Springs to Pitkin County Courthouse in Aspen for a preliminary hearing. He waived his right to a court appointed attorney and opted to serve as his own, and as such, was excused by the judge from wearing handcuffs or leg shackles. During a recess of the trial, he asked to visit the courthouse's law library to research his case. While out of view from his guards, behind a bookcase, he opened a window and jumped to the ground from the second story. He managed to injure his right ankle in the process as he landed. He shed the outer layer of his clothing. He walked through Aspen as roadblocks were being set up on its outskirts after noticing his disappearance, then hiked southward onto Aspen Mountain. Near the summit of the mountain, he broke into a hunting cabin. He was able to steal food, clothing, and a rifle. The following day he left the cabin and continued south toward the town of Crested Butte. Although, during this time he had managed to get lost in the forest. For two days he wandered aimlessly in the mountain forest, missing the two trails that led downward to his intended destination. On June 10th, 1977, he broke into a camping trailer on Maroon Lake, taking food and a ski parka; instead of continuing southward, he walked back north toward Aspen, eluding the roadblocks and search parties along the way. Three days later, he stole a car at the edge of an Aspen Golf Course. He drove back into Aspen, where two police officers noticed his car weaving in and out of its lane and pulled him over. He had been a fugitive for six days.

Back in jail at Glenwood Springs, Ted again ignored legal advice to stay put (not to try to escape again). It was said that the case against him, already weak at best, was deteriorating steadily as pre-trial motions consistently resolved in his favor and significant bits of evidence were ruled inadmissible. A quote stating, "A more rational defendant might have realized that he stood a good chance of acquittal, and that beating the murder charge in Colorado would probably have dissuaded other prosecutors... with as little as a year and a half to serve on the DaRonch conviction, had Ted persevered, he could have been a free man.” had shown that. But instead, Ted assembled a new escape plan. He acquired a detailed floor plan of the jail and a hacksaw blade from other inmates, and collected $500 in cash. This was smuggled in over a six-month period, by visitors, Mostly Carol Boone. During the evenings, while other prisoners were showering, he sawed a hole about one square foot, between the steel reinforcing bars in his cell's ceiling and, having lost 35 pounds, he was able to wriggle through it into the crawl space above. In the weeks that followed, he made several “practice runs”, exploring the space. Multiple reports from an informant of movement within the ceiling during the night were not investigated. By late 1977, Bundy's impending trial had become very high flying in the media in the small town of Aspen. Ted then filed a motion for a change of venue to Denver. On December 23rd, 1977, the Aspen trial judge granted the request, but he was sent to Colorado Springs, where juries had historically been hostile to murder suspects. On the night of December 30, with most of the jail staff on Christmas break and nonviolent prisoners on furlough with their families. Bundy piled books and files in his bed, covered them with a blanket to simulate his sleeping body, and climbed into the crawl space. He broke through the ceiling into the apartment of the chief jailer, who had been out for the evening with his wife. He changed into street clothes from the jailer's closet, and literally walked out the front door to his freedom.

Florida Murders and Assaults

Ted arrived in Tallahassee, Florida on January 8th, 1978, and rented a room under the alias of Chris Hagen at the Holiday Inn. Here Bundy tried to find work and leave his criminal past behind, thinking he’d be able to remain free if he didn’t bring police suspicion onto himself. He then was forced to leave his only job application after being asked to provide identification. He reverted to shoplifting and stealing credit cards from women’s wallets out of shopping carts. On January 15th, 1978, he entered Florida State University’s sorority Chi Omega. Starting at 2:45am, he bludgeoned Margaret Bowman and then garoted her with a nylon stocking. He moved on to Lisa Levy’s bedroom, who was beaten unconscious, strangled her, tore one of her nipples, bit deeply into her left buttock, and sexuallly assaulted her with a hair mist bottle. In the bedroom adjoining Lisa's, he attacked Kathy Kliener. He had broken her jaw and had a deep laceration on her shoulder. Karen Chandler was also attacked in her bedroom, she suffered a concussion, loss of teeth, a broken jaw, and a crushed finger. Kathy and Karen both survived and attributed their survival to the attacker being scared off by headlights illuminating through the window. The whole attack happened within fifteen minutes with thirty witnesses in earshot who seemingly heard nothing. Shortly after leaving the sorority, Ted broke into the basement apartment of Cheryl Thomas, eight blocks away. He dislocated her shoulder and fractured her jaw and skull in five different places during this attack.

On February 8th, 1978, he approached the daughter of Jacksonville chief of Police, 12-year-old Leslie Parmenter, introducing himself as “Richard Burton, fire department”. He only backed off when challenged by Leslie’s older brother who had shown up to pick her up. That day, he backtracked to Lake City. February 9th, 1978, at Lake City Junior High, 12-year-old Kimberly Dianne Leach was summoned to retrieve a forgotten purse in her homeroom class and was never seen afterwards. Her mummified remains were found seven weeks afterwards in a pig farrowing shed near Suwannee River State Park. It appears she had been raped (her underwear was found near the body with semen in them) and her throat had been slit. On February 12th, 1978, Bundy could not pay his rent and had the growing suspicion that police were closing in on him, he decided to flee Tallahassee. Three days later he was apprehended by Pensacola officer, David Lee, near the Alabama border. In Miami, June of 1979, Ted stood trial for the Chi Omega killings and assaults. The jury deliberated for less than seven hours before convicting him on July 24, 1979, of the Bowman and Levy murders, three counts of attempted first degree murder and two counts of burglary. In January 1980, six months after his first Florida convictions, Ted stood trial in Orlando for the kidnapping of Kimberly Dianne Leach. After less than eight hours of deliberation, Ted was found guilty again. During the penalty phase of his trial, Bundy took advantage of an obscure Florida law; providing that a marriage declaration in court, in the presence of a judge, constituted a legal marriage. As he was questioning former Washington State DES coworker Carole Ann Boone, who had moved to Florida to be near Bundy, had testified on his behalf during both of his trials, and was again testifying on his behalf as a character witness, asked her to marry him. She accepted, and Bundy declared to the court that they were legally married. February 10th, 1980, Ted’s was sentenced to death by electrocution for the third time. In October of 1981, Carol Anne Boone, gave birth to a daughter and named Ted Bundy as the father.

Ted Bundy died by the Raiford electric chair at 7:16 a.m. EST on January 24, 1989. Hundreds of revelers sang, danced and set off fireworks in a pasture across from the prison as the execution was carried out, then cheered as the white hearse containing Bundy's corpse departed the prison. He was cremated in Gainesville, Florida and his ashes scattered at an undisclosed location in the Cascade Range of Washington State, in accordance with his will.

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winter-barnes · 5 years

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Christmas Surprise

Summary: It's Christmas day, and Y/N doesn't get a gift from the person she wants one from the most.

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I'm vacationing in Hawaii right now and I got bored sitting in my hotel room waiting for my dad to get off of work, so I thought why not write an imagine hahaha. Feedback is appreciated, and I apologize for any spelling/grammatical/characterization mistakes! :)

It's the holiday season, a time filled with laughter, cheers, family, friends, and-

"Presents!" Natasha yells, immediately sitting up straight. "We forgot to get presents for everyone!"

You, Nat, and Wanda were sitting in your room gossiping about the drama in the compound. At least twice a week they come in your room unannounced and spark up conversation. You didn't mind though, it was nice having girl friends to talk with. It made life just a little bit easier.

"Well it looks like our weekly gossip session is going to have to come to a close for now, we need to go find presents. Christmas is, like, four days away and everyone has already done their shopping." You say. Wanda and Nat nod, and next thing you know you're in the car on your way to the mall with Wanda and Nat.

The next few hours are spent trying to find at least one present that would suit each of the Avengers. Almost everyone was gonna be at the compound this year to celebrate: Nat, Wanda, Tony, Peter, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Scott, Rhodey, Vision, and T'Challa. That's a lot of people to find presents for, and you honestly didn't know if you would be able to pull it off so close to Christmas.

It took a lot of searching, but eventually you were able to find a present for everyone except for Steve.

"Guys, I can't think of anything to get Steve." You whined.

"I can think of something." She smirks and Wanda laughs. You roll your eyes as a slight blush floods your cheeks.

"I need real suggestions guys."

"What's not real about that?" Wanda giggles. "I'm sure he would greatly appreciate it, too." This time Nat's the one laughing. Both Nat and Wanda know about your pretty big crush on Steve. You couldn't help yourself, and really who could? It's Steve Rogers. There's no such thing as self control when it comes to that man.

"You guys know I don't want to tell him." You sigh, "We're friends, I don't want to ruin that with a silly little crush." With that you turn around, and you're glad you did. You spot the perfect present to get Steve.

You walk over to the glass case and get a closer look. It's a gold pocket watch. On the inside of it is a star engraved into the gold. It was perfect. Steve has been talking about wanting a pocket watch for ages now, and you were kind of surprised you didn't think about getting him one as his present sooner.

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After the stressful day of late gift shopping, you head to your room to wrap all of the gifts. As you're wrapping Steve's gift, you think back to the conversation earlier. You really didn't want to tell Steve about your feelings for him. There was always the possibility of him not feeling the same way, and if that was the case then seeing him all the time would be awkward. You didn't want to ruin one of the best friendships you've had, even if that meant suppressing your feelings.

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A few days later, you wake up to Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree being blasted throughout the compound. You sigh and roll over to look out the window. The sun has barely even fully come up, but you can't say you're surprised being woken up this early, it's Christmas day. You roll out of bed and try to make yourself somewhat decent, and your decent is some leggings, a t-shirt, and your hair pulled back into a ponytail.

You walk into the living room and see all the presents stacked under the enormous tree that Tony was so insistent on putting up. Tony, Bucky, Nat, and Scott are already sat around the tree waiting for everyone. By now a new song is playing through F.R.I.D.A.Y, Jingle Bell Rock.

"I love this song!" Scott yells as he jumps up and starts dancing. You laugh and shove him so that he lands on the couch behind him. Feeling thirsty, you walk into the kitchen to pour a glass of orange juice. You find Bucky already in there, his head stuffed in the fridge.

"Find what you're lookin' for there, Buddy?" You chuckle. Surprised, Bucky's head hits one of the shelves as he tries to pull it out. His face is tinted red as you laugh at his clumsiness.

"Oh, Buck." You laugh. You squeeze passed him and grab the orange juice you came for. You look over at Bucky and he's just watching you, giving you a weird look. "You okay, Bucky? Did you hit your head too hard?" He shakes his head and gives you one last glimpse before walking away. You found it kind of strange, usually Bucky has some sort of smart remark to come back at you with, but he didn't say anything this time around.

Glass of orange juice in hand, you walk back into the living room. Now everyone is here, and Tony's face is practically dripping excitement now that you've come back.

"Finally we can open the presents now!" He says as he rubs his hands together.

"You know, Stark, Christmas isn't just about presents, it's about -"

"Yeah yeah yeah family and friends yadda yadda yadda. Who's present am I opening first?" He cuts you off and all you can do is chuckle. You look around and see the only open seat is the one next to Steve. You glance over at Nat to see her smirking and you roll your eyes. Of course it was intentional. You make your way to the open seat and sit next to Steve. He looks at you and offers a small smile, but he looks nervous.

"Want a drink?" You ask, offering a sip of your orange juice. He shakes his head and turns to watch Tony open his present from Rhodey.

After about 45 minutes, over half of the presents have been opened. Steve has your present to him in hand, and he's getting ready to open it.

"I hope you like it." You whisper. He opens his mouth to say something, but he quickly closes it and smiles. Something is off, but you're unsure what. Bucky and Steve are both acting really strange. Actually, it's not just them. This whole morning the others have been giving you quick looks, and when you notice them they immediately look away. Obviously something is up, but you have no clue what.

You push the thoughts away and watch as Steve tears the reindeer printed wrapping paper. He opens the box that holds the watch, and when he opens it his eyes go wide. He looks at you, then the watch. You, the watch, you, the watch. You smile and he pulls it out.

"Oh my- I love it, Y/N. I absolutely love it." You feel giddy knowing he really likes your gift. "Thank you so much."

"Anything for you." You smile, then blush.

Soon all of the gifts are opened and the floor is covered in wrapping paper and boxes. You begin to clean up while everyone else heads to the table to have breakfast. As you're cleaning, you realize you never got a gift from Steve. Your heart sinks a little bit. Gifts aren't everything, and you aren't a very material person, but your gift to him was pretty special. Did he not feel the need to get you anything at all? Not even a keychain?

You throw away the last bit of wrapping paper and head to your room. You didn't feel like eating. It wasn't the fact that you didn't get a present from Steve that made you upset, it was the fact that this was proof he didn't feel anything other than friendship towards you. You closed the door to your room and sat on your bed. Your eyes began to water. For some reason, you had this glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, he might have the same feelings for you as you do him. Sometimes you would catch him looking at you, and when you caught him his face would turn pink. Sometimes when you walked into the room you would notice his eyes go wide and his smile grow wider. Sometimes you would notice him getting flustered when you two were alone. But maybe you didn't actually notice these things. Maybe you just wanted them to be real and made yourself think they were really happening.

Twenty minutes pass and you hear walking outside of your door. You quiet your sniffling so that no one can hear, and then you hear the sound of something sliding underneath the door. You peer over the bed and see an envelope on the floor, and you hear the footsteps walk away. You stand up and grab the envelope. Your name is written on it, but it doesn't say who it's from. When you open it, it's just a piece of paper, but it says to go to the roof at six. Confused, you set the paper on your dresser.

Quicker than you expected, five thirty rolls around. You decide to put on a pair of jeans and a new t-shirt for this rooftop meeting. You're nervous about what this could be about. Nothing like this has ever happened, you don't have any idea what to expect.

You walk into the living room and there's no one to be seen.

"What the hell is going on?" You mumble to yourself. You make your way to the elevator and press the rooftop button. Your nerves quickly build up as you approach the roof. The elevator dings and the doors open. At first you don't notice anything, but you look down and see writing in chalk. It's a date, November 14th, 2018, and beside the date says, "The first day we met. I couldn't take my eyes off of you." There's rose petals lying on the ground, and little candles lighting a path that goes straight. The dates continue like a timeline. Your heart begins to pound, your hands start to sweat. This isn't what you think it is, is it?

"December 5th, 2018 - You beat me in a fight, and this made me intrigued by you."

"December 29th, 2018 - Neither of us could sleep, so we made pancakes at 2 a.m. and watched Christmas movies. It was this night that I realized how I really felt about you."

"January 11th, 2019 - You got a little too drunk and I carried you home. You were completely rocked, but you still blew me away with your beauty. Even if you were throwing up all over my car."

"April 20th, 2019 - You took me to my first concert. Of course Bucky and Sam were there, but all I could focus on was you."

"July 17th, 2019 - I saw you go on a date with a man, my heart was broken."

"July 18th, 2019 - You stayed the night with me after getting your heart broken by that man. Little did you know we both we suffering."

"September 20th, 2019 - I decided I was going to tell you how I felt, but I didn't know how."

"December 25th, 2019 - "

Next thing you know, Steve is in front of you holding a piece of chalk. Next to today's date he writes,

"I finally built up the courage to ask you on a date."

You watch him as he stands back up. He looks perfect in the moonlight, his cheeks lightly tinted pink and his eyes sparkling.

"So, what do you say? Will you go-" You place your lips on his, cutting him off. His arms instantly wrap around your waist while yours wrap around his neck. You both pull away only when you have to breathe, and Steve breathes a sigh of relief.

"I'm so happy you did that."

"I'm so happy you did this." You give him one last kiss before you pull away.

"I would love nothing more than to go on a date with you, Rogers."

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valkyrieofsmut · 4 years

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At Your Service, Alpha 1

Alpha!Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler) x omega!Reader

Descriptions: Kurt is apartment sitting for his friend and the last thing he expected to find was his one true omega, but there she was. Except she can’t seem to tell they belong together. (Y/n) has dreamed about the day she would meet her one true alpha her whole life. A new, blue, alpha comes to see her every day, and she hates him! Until she starts thinking about him all the time. Her allergies make it so she can’t smell anything, but she knows that her alpha will let her know when he finds her. Won’t he?

A/n- I’ve been sitting on this one for a while, waiting for the right time to post it Guess now is as good a time as any!

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(Y/n) sighed as she pulled the still vibrating toy from herself, turning it off and laying it on the bed next to her.

She was panting heavily, rolling over and grabbing a tissue from the box on her nightstand. The weird squeaking noises filled her head as her swollen sinuses let air back through them after blowing her nose.

It sucked to be an omega in heat, but especially as she did it; she had always romanticised waiting, being with her one true alpha for her first time, so during her heat, she spent the days of the week in a tub of lukewarm water with her fully submersible, waterproof toy driving her mad, and the nights she’d tie herself to the bed so she couldn’t go crying into the hall of the apartment building for an alpha, except this time, which for some reason she’d been so needy that she’d played with the toy in her bed, despite her heat winding down.

The toy did little to help, small, vibrating, and able to hit a few pleasant spots inside, but it wasn’t one of the fancy models with an inflatable knot that would fill you and make you feel content for a short while, as other omegas had told her.

It also didn’t help that she was allergic to dust and pollen, making it impossible for her to ever breathe easily unless she took allergy pills.

She had taken them for years, but they were expensive, and really, smells were nice, but it wasn’t necessary to have to be on guard for roaming alphas in today’s society, and, while she knew that she’d be able to tell her destined alpha by smell when she met him, she figured that he’d tell her, much as she’d seen the others do in her small town, thus making her very expensive allergy pills a redundant waste of money.

(Y/n) sighed and put the toy back in her drawer, tying her ankles, then hands to the bed and laying back to sleep.

She awoke in the morning, yawning and pulling on the tie holding her hands down. Her heat was over, so she had to go back to work.

After a nice hot shower, which actually let her sinuses be open for a while when done after a heat, she dressed and headed to work.

Her apartment was at the end of the hall on the second story of the building, so she had quite the way to go through the sinus swelling dust before she got outside to the sinus swelling pollen, and by the time she exited the building, she had sneezed about five times.

The sun had risen before she left, but it was still gentle in the sky when she arrived at work about a half an hour later.

(Y/n) went into the cafe where her friend was finishing up the baking for the day, helping put the filled trays into their shelves.

She looked up at her, smiling cheekily. “Have a good heat? Or still denying yourself the pleasure?”

“Alex,” (Y/n) chided. “I’ll feel it when I feel it.”

“It’s just so much better!” She giggled. “I don’t know how you can stand not smelling anything, what if your alpha walked in here today and you couldn’t smell anything?”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes as she took the tray she was handing her. “Then I’m sure he’ll come up to me and grab me by the scruff, tell me I’m his, and abscond with me. You’ll have to find another employee,” she teased back.

(Y/n) bowed her head in respect as Jared, Alex’s alpha, entered the shop with a smile, walking to Alex and stopping. “On your knees, omega,” he told her, and she knelt in front of him, playing along with his game.

(Y/n) pulled another tray from the rack and slid it onto the shelf, looking over at the two.

Alex had been her friend since she’d moved here and started working in her shop, about four years ago. Jared had walked into the shop two years ago, intent on ordering some lunch to go, but he had stopped walking, standing stalk still as he sniffed the air, looking around until he found Alex, walking toward her where she’d stopped to stare at him, sniffing his scent. He’d pulled her close and kissed her, pulling back to declare; “I’m your alpha. You’re my omega.” She’d stared up at him longingly, knowing he was right, and happy to have found him at last.

(Y/n) smiled fondly at the memory, glad for her as they stood close together now, her giggling and him smiling down at her.

(Y/n) hoped that when she found her alpha it could be someone nice like Jared; he was strong over Alex when she needed him to be, but he was always sweet to her, as well, the kneeling thing was just something like a game they played, an “aren’t you glad I’m not like other alphas/ omegas” game.

The door opened again, and she looked up to see a customer. “Good morning,” she greeted.

Looks like the day was starting.

Kurt stopped in front of the door, glancing down at his phone. This was the building, it was the right floor, the correct number. He knocked on the door and after a moment it opened.

“Hallo,” he greeted his friend.

“Hi,” Scott answered, standing aside so he could enter.

Kurt paused, though, looking at the door at the end of the hall, his nose lifting to sniff.

Scott looked back to him. “What's up, man?”

Kurt shook his head and turned back to the apartment in front of him. “Nothing, just… That smell…” He said, his eyes drifting back to the door.

“Oh, yeah. There's an omega that lives there, just, uh, just finished her heat…” Scott trailed off.

“But, I don't smell an alpha,” Kurt commented.

“Nah,” Scott answered as Kurt walked through the door. “She's a weirdo. Gets through it by herself. Says she's waiting for “the one”, or something. It hurts when they go into heat, you know? Like they're dying, and only a knot can cure them.”

“Ja, that I know,” Kurt said with a smirk. He'd been with plenty of omegas, seeing how desperate they were for the feeling of his knot inside them.

He'd always looked down at them with a bit of pity, and decided that when, if ever, he found his true omega, he hoped that he wouldn't see her as the same pitifully begging and writhing, desperate thing he saw in them, more so, hoping that she wouldn't immediately drop to her knees and bow before him, instead accepting him on her terms.

When he'd gone drinking with a group of alphas from the X-Men before, they'd told him he was crazy, what he was asking for was more like an alpha. He didn’t care, though, he just knew what he wanted.

Kurt spent the evening watching movies and things with Scott, getting ready to take over, apartment sitting for him.

“I really appreciate you doing this,” Scott told him.

“No problem,” Kurt answered.

“It’s hard being tied to someone so powerful, sometimes,” Scott complained.

Kurt didn’t answer, just took a swig of the beer in his hand.

Scott was his friend, but he was a bit of a complainer, so the whining was nothing new to him.

“At least you’ll get to see Jean when you go,” he commented.

Scott made a noise in agreement, but didn’t mention it further.

In the morning, Kurt held the door for Scott, waving to him as he carried his bag and walked down the hall.

He was just turning to go back into the apartment, but caught a smell. He glanced back into the apartment quickly before stepping out and going down the hall to the door at the end. The scent there was not quite fresh, she must have just left less than an hour ago.

Kurt’s nostrils flared a little as he sniffed, his body automatically getting closer to the ground and the crack under the door where the smell was concentrated.

One strong whiff, and Kurt was done for. A feeling of need filled him, making space for itself in the pit of his stomach. His eyes snapped open and he inhaled again.

It was amazing- groin tingling, saliva inducing… But it was more than delicious; it was inspiring.

He felt a surge of energy, and didn’t know what to do. He paced back to Scott’s apartment, but couldn’t bear to be away from the scent that filled him with such emotions, so he turned back, starting to look like an animal pacing at the zoo as frustration filled him.

His scent was starting to fill the hall, making it harder for him to smell the delicious scent coming from under the door.

He stormed into Scott’s apartment and slammed the door.

He wanted to meet her, this delicious smelling omega. He felt the need growing, and it was starting to worry him. He’d never wanted to be with any Omega this badly before.

He turned to a source of information that he’d used sparingly in the past.

Yes, he was a romantic, but he usually watched or read alpha romances, where the alpha suddenly found their omega, but had some sort of conflict separating them; clan war, society archetypes, things like that that made it so that they had to fight, his favorites were the ones where the omega had been promised to another alpha, but the protagonist fought the odds and won the omega, not only her heart, but the approval of her parents or the ones who had promised her away in the first place. He’d always thought omega romances to be unnecessarily sappy, so he watched them as little as possible. He hoped they’d come in handy now, though, with this weird new feeling he had.

He searched through Scott’s movies, both physical and streaming, and found one, putting it on. A third of the way through it, though, he hit the square stop button. It was hard to watch, so sappy and cheesy with the normal, know nothing omega male winning the beautiful, full package alpha female by just being himself…

His head perked up, though. He’d been watching male omega romance movies… Maybe the female ones would be better…

He searched, and finally found one, hitting play.

The female omega lead was cute, but not insanely beautiful, like an alpha would be, and she went through life, just like a normal woman would. It was shortly after getting her character set up that she met a man, an alpha who had started at the same company as her, and she had the spark. She immediately went to talk to him, but was brushed off by his entourage. That night she cried to herself, but tried to be strong. Later, she got to speak to him, and spend a little time with him, but he seemed disinterested in her.

She cried and pined for him, knowing that he was her one true alpha, but that he wasn’t interested in her. It was his right as an alpha to refuse her, and she was trying to respect that, but it hurt her so much inside that she burst into tears in front of him and ran away. She didn’t return to work the rest of the week, and it suddenly turned to the alpha. He was asking about her. He started feeling loss at her absence. He felt an ache that wouldn’t go away, no matter how many omegas he was around, or with. He went to where she lived and told her all of these things, and they got together.

Kurt’s brow crumpled.

He wasn’t sure how to feel about the movie, on one hand, it was ridiculous, on the other, it was rather romantic… and a little addicting…

He glanced around as though to make sure that no one was watching him, though he was alone, and put on another.

The sun had set a while ago, now, and after watching so many female omega romances, he had to admit, that, while ridiculous, the feeling that the alpha characters had after meeting their one true omega and being away from them, not having them by their side, while dramatically overplayed in his opinion, did seem similar to how he felt.

He laid back on the couch and stretched, freezing as he heard a noise in the hall. He shot up and cracked the door open. The delicious smell was fresh in the hall, meaning that she must have come home.

He went to her door, but paused, his hand raised.

She had just gotten home from work, she probably wanted to take a bath, or shower, and relax.

He had planned to knock and meet her, but- he straightened and turned back to Scott’s apartment- he, as any romantic would, alpha or omega, had thought about this day for most of his life. He’d always planned to sweep his omega off their feet, and now would probably not be the right time in her eyes, but maybe that was just all the omega romance movies he’d been watching talking…

Kurt sat back on the couch, turning on more- research material…

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Butterflies

Prompt 51 of 52 - a cute one for Logan :D

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Having a variety of powers and like the term when you see your crush you get butterflies in your stomach since you were little it was true. Each time someone you felt attracted to came close or tried to talk to you the same feeling would come and you would feel the weight of those feelings on your tongue. Casually you found a way to sneak the glittering butterflies out of your mouth into your palms with the other people none the wiser until Logan was left to sit across from you on his first day at the school. Hearing a groggy student pry his face off a table only to mutter, “Sundays are for sleep!”

“It always like this?” He asked as a barrage of arms from teens gathering food had finally come to an end. His eyes fixed on you and your momentary wide eyed stare noticing him after blinking awake. Flashing him a quick grin you tilted your head a moment and faked fixing your sock to bend down and let the butterfly out only to have him keep looking across at you as more and more butterflies seemed to be appearing around you between short simple answers you gave to his questions.

Every meal and brief meeting since then and it kept puzzling him until he managed to get Storm alone and murmured on his way to join in on a field trip you would be also supervising in a hope to get to know more about you. “So what’s the deal with Butterfly Lady?”

Storm looked at him from the list of teens going with you both, “Butterfly Lady?”

He nodded his head your way as you levitated a student down from a tree he had accidentally sneezed himself into luring impressed chuckles from his friends waiting for him to be rescued to brag about the distance he got this time. “You mean Bunny? Why would you call her Butterfly Lady?”

“Because of the butterflies. Every time i talk to her, butterflies everywhere.” That had Storm smirking and clearing her throat, “Barely talks to me, and I happen to be very nice no matter what Scott said to her.”

Storm chuckled saying, “I doubt Scott has little to do with it and more that you seem to be shirtless or close to it whenever you do try to talk to her.”

“What does that have to do with-,”

Storm smirked, “Butterflies?” Walking away giggling to herself leaving the new hire still confused.

The full ride over giggles flooded the bus along with whispers about the brooding new teacher and the formerly bubbly favorite now silent while the former leaned over his seat to continue trying to talk to little results. Along with the butterflies that had appeared around her Logan led the way out with her at the back. Wondering all the way through each exhibit of the art museum just why between readings of the descriptions she remained so distant when he was trying so hard to be as gentle in gaining the trust of the dazzling mystery of a woman as he could. Halfway through however his eyes shifted to a pair of girls, one twirling her fingers in her hair looking at a teen boy, obvious signs, only once the boy looked her way and her head snapped forward and around the walls a barrier from you formed as a sharp wind whipped through the room explained by a large fan suddenly found plugged in an older teen summoned there to cover the strange wind.

Her blush was enough and after a pat on the back from you once you’d removed the wall of curls whipped free from your hair clip now across the room from your face the tour continued once your guide had found her way to right again. Face first into a brick wall he found his answer, butterflies, only around him and your silence was explained as after another stolen glance his way you excused yourself to the water fountain. Leaned back he saw you bending to drink only to have from between your lips a glittering butterfly being awkwardly guided off your tongue to fly away with a sip of water taken after tailed by a cute flick of your tongue like after shaking off a bad taste in your mouth. Out of sight he moved biting his lip to keep from letting on he had a clue, continuing his usual pattern of trying to get close to you.

“There’s a movie marathon at the theater in town. Heard they’re your favorites. We can have dinner after while the munchkins are at the fair.” Keeping his eyes on your pursed lips he smirked at your cheeks just barely expanding to the motion of wings pressing against them in timid flaps, “Pick you up at four,” wide eyed you watched as his hand that had looped into yours was lifted with a kiss left on your knuckles, “Don’t forget a sweater, supposed to be chilly.” Across your cheeks a blush began to prickle and he patted your hand he set back on your lap saying, “Gonna go wash my bike.” Up on his feet he stood and walked away leaving you wide eyed staring at his back only to notice in your reflection on his sunglasses he brought from the front of his tank top your mouth opened and again your tongue eased out with a butterfly on top of it spreading his smile at your look forward lost to your thoughts.

He didn’t ask, he couldn’t really ask, not without pressuring things and while the other teachers were supervising the teens to the fair you were able to find a private snippet of time alone. In the garage you found Logan having just added a back rest to his back seat in case you weren’t comfortable on the back of his bike without one, having thought he had taken longer than intended he glanced at the clock on the wall. With his eyes off you it was easier to say, “Looks like rain outside, thought a bit early might be best.”

He looked to you again nodding and taking in your comfy yet slightly dressier shirt that seemed to draw his focus right to your own amazing figure normally covered by baggy cardigans or blouses to not distract the students. One of many more flirtatious pieces you hadn’t been able to wear in a while with a leather jacket of your own adorably similar to the old bomber style of his. Him in and actual long sleeved shirt not made of flannel tucked into his jeans promptly covered by his leather jacket, casual but far from his usual tank top hopefully distracting you long enough to get a conversation out of you. Straddling his bike he extended a hand guiding you closer, “Better get going then.”

Holding the bike steady he grinned at your hand settling in his and your path closer, when at his side he used his other hand to add his helmet to your head he fastened with one hand. Flashing you a grin at the beginning to your blush up at him, in sitting he settled your hand on his shoulder so you could step on the foot rest and step over the bike and sit down on the small seat behind him. Keeping your hand on his shoulder unsure of where to move it to you sat watching as he kick started the bike he then guided to the open garage door. Timidly down his back your hand shifted near to his waist and down he reached one hand at a time to settle your hands on his sides, stealing a glance back at you, “Might want to hold on at the first turns, bit sharp.”

You nodded and just past the straight driveway he turned onto the road feeling your fingers fold into his shirt under his jacket where he’d left them that only grew tighter in the row of curving road afterwards on the way to the small town nearby. Just past those in another stolen glance back in his mirrors he smirked seeing your timid lean against his back to peer over his shoulder, a view he eased for you in slumping back into your chest relaxing his posture allowing your chin to settle on his shoulder. Over the winds he spoke to you and grinned through your responses straight into his ear and stolen shapes your anxious fingers worked into his sides on their absent creep to circle his middle.

Steadily clouds had rolled in and parking in the covered garage for the street your hands eased back and settled on his back for him to park out of the way from any cars saying, “Easiest way, step down, and ease your leg over,” you nodded keeping hold of his shoulder thankful he held his hand out on your hip when you pulled your leg over in a far less easy motion than he had on propping the bike up he stepped right over.

“Show off,” you muttered making him chuckle and turn to you tilting your head back again to look up at him even with your heeled boots.

Closing the distance he reached up asking, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You shook your head and at the same adorable puffing up of your cheeks he smirked reaching up to unhook your helmet he removed and turned to strap to the back rest granting you a chance to spit out your butterfly and turn back to your soft, “No, bit fun.”

“Exactly,” again his hand was offered and into it yours rested to be folded tenderly in his turn to guide you to the theater proving this was more than just casual. Tickets and snacks were bought by him, and had him letting you go to hold your food but never leaving your side for the walk to choose your seats.

The first film was packed, and by the second half with the dwindling of the popcorn his hand found yours again. These films absolutely bored him out of his mind, however a stolen catch of your grin and he determined to stay as long as you wanted. The second was better and in the death of a character from the first you had taken to hugging his arm only brightening his mood. A joint sneak for more snacks and a bathroom break found you back for the third with just a few people left at the growing rain outside.

To the very end of the film the storm grew and a loud clap of thunder had the credits flickering making you glance up at Logan, “That doesn’t sound good.”

“There was a hotel a block back, they have a restaurant inside. Hear it’s nice.”

“By the sound of it we might have to stay the night.”

“So much for Storm’s sunny forecast.” He muttered to himself in French standing up to gather the trash to carry to the bin on your way out.

“She never tells me sunny,” he glanced back at you slightly stunned at your fluid French instantly prickling something in his memory from his childhood well over a century prior. “Always says to take a coat.”

Narrowing his eyes a moment they locked on yours and he murmured, “Where do I know you from?”

Shaking your head you replied moving past him down the steps, “You never did, and it is a matter of when.”

Trotting down the steps after you he asked, “When?”

To yourself you giggled and tossed your trash stealing another glance up at him as his hand took hold of yours again, “I’ll give you a hint, it involves you nearly drowning me in a lake.”

“I never-,” his voice however broke remembering when he was a kid and trying to hide from a social boating event his parents hoped to find him a few possible future romantic options for when he was older. Leading up to his brother Victor trying to help and ending with an accidentally loosened banner that swept a young lady off her boat into the lake upsetting the group and granting him a reprieve as she was fawned over once pulled from the lake by a pair of young men in a nearby boat.

“Anyone who’s anyone knows if there’s trouble a Howlett boy is bound to be hiding somewhere.”

Weakly he chuckled at your teasing tone clearly hinting you were growing more comfortable with him as there was only one butterfly that was now distracting a mother and child behind you. “Just how old are you?” he hummed back holding the door open for you to the storm outside.

“The nerve.” You teased again and he chuckled joining you under the front awning and pointed your way.

Inhaling deeply to another hard wall of rain you hurried out along the sidewalk leading you back around the block to the impressive hotel that under the awning you exhaled shaking your braid formerly tucked under your jacket along with your shirt as he noticed it grew warmer and the water just being heated off the pair of you in a tight warm bubble. “Too warm?” You asked and he shook his head.

“No.” Around the doors two doormen came out from the sides opening the doors and he led you inside up to the front desk ignoring the flickering of the chandelier you passed under. Forcing up his brows in place for a grin a moment he said, “Any vacancies?”

The cheerful woman asked, “You wouldn’t happen to be Mr Howlett would you?”

“Yes,” he replied tentatively and her smile split wider.

“Well, your assistant Miss Storm came by earlier and confirmed your reservation, in our Honeymoon suite, along with a private dinner in, which will be coming in shortly just in time for you to change. She left your luggage as well that got delayed on your flight in.” By the time she was done speaking she had handed him your room keys and said, “The elevators are on your right, take that up to the seventh floor, can’t miss it and thank you for choosing our hotel for your anniversary we look forward to seeing you again next year.” He glanced at you as you had nodded and turned to the elevator he followed you to feeling himself close to laughing at the clear plot behind this.

Once the doors had closed he caught your hand lifting to ghost your fingers across your lips, “I can go back down after dinner for a second room.” You shook your head and he tried to hold back his smirk guessing why you weren’t talking. “Storm will be hearing about this when we get back.”

“If she lets us come back,” you murmured behind your fingertips freeing one of his chuckles that died at the doors open again.

Straight to the clearly labeled Honeymoon suite you went and he unlocked the door he opened for you and watched you walk under his arm to enter. Through the front hall you walked seeing the scattered candles leading to a candle lit table with roses and wine waiting for you. A giggle escaped you in seeing it and he smirked again turning to follow you already following the trail of roses to the open bedroom coated in roses with your favorite chocolates in the shape of a heart on the bed. To the open walk in closet you turned seeing two garment bags hanging up hinting where the luggage was.

Curiously the larger one was eased open by Logan to find the suit as you had turned from the hanging dress you had bought yet had yet to wear sure to have him staring for being all but painted on. To the suitcases on the counter where they were laid out you walked opening the one on the right luring Logan to the one on the left noticing the butterfly you had let free. Squeaking at the condom filled suitcase you closed it only to look over seeing him holding up a negligee saying, “I can’t tell if she packed this for me or you, she does know I am fond of feathers.”

Shaking your head you turned away and he dropped it back into the bag on top of the variety of thongs to lacy panties to match with about every version of thigh highs available no doubt. Back in the doorway to the closet his hand reached out easing around yours halting you enabling his path around you with head tilting to catch your eye, “I can get another room.”

Again you shook your head and he nodded saying, “Alright then, I just have one question, and it is quite serious,” he said watching your blush creep out when he stepped closer, “Is there a butterfly in your mouth?” A tick your eyes flinched wider and his eyes dropped to your pinking cheeks and you shook your head. “Prove it.” Sharply you inhaled and his free hand rose to tap his fingers to your chin and cheek, gently trailing just under your lower lip with his thumb. “Just stick out your tongue.” You shook your head and he said, “Dinner is coming and I am not taking my eyes off you until you prove to me there is no butterfly in there.”

Exhaling sharply you opened your mouth and he grinned seeing the butterfly on your tongue that flew off. Timidly you closed your mouth again and he leaned in to press a kiss to your knuckles on the hand he lifted from your side. “Trust me, if I could do that you’d have been drowning in butterflies for weeks now.” He kissed your knuckles again and said, “Would you like to change in the closet or the room?”

“I’ll take the bath, I have to do something about my hair.” Making him chuckle and guide you back to the bags passing you yours to go with the heels in the suitcase holding the negligee you grabbed on your way out.

True to your assumption he had frozen after having been fidgeting his fingers over his tie feeling so out of place in a suit after not having worn one for so long. The knock on the door snapped him from his lingering admiring stare and his body moved, pausing only to press his fingers to your chin again and leave a quick peck on your cheek whispering in your ear, “You may want to do something about this.” Swiping his thumb under your lower lip in his draw back smirking as you let the butterfly out in an exaggerated flick of your tongue he copied with a quick dart of his tongue at you in return making you roll your eyes turning for the table granting him a look at the leg weakening sight of your backless red dress.

The table was set by the duo of men both stealing a glimpse of you seated at the table. Sitting down once the duo let themselves out post pouring of the wine he looked to you saying, “For the record, had I planned this I would have shaved.”

“Then you wouldn’t have gotten a second date,” you teased making him smirk watching you lift your wine for a sip.

All through dinner it seemed to flow rather smoothly, and even gave the hint that the planed sabotage date night and morning after, though in his return from wheeling the dishes out to the hall he caught your glance to the bed asking, “Did you want my sweater?” That had you looking at him, “I can sleep shirtless, in the closet, if you like.”

“If you sleep in the closet then whose gonna stop me from eating all the chocolates?” At that he chuckled and walked to the closet to bring out his sweater you accepted and passed him your heels in return he carried back to the bag and shrugged out of his jacket he added the shirt and tie to then removed his shoes spotting you shifting your shoulders under the dress he soon saw dropping down your legs that you stepped out of and with your arm through one of the sleeves tossed his way he added to your hanger again.

Back to the bed he walked seeing you levitating the rose petals into an empty glass by the bed and he asked, “Are we splitting them or is it a scramble to grab the most situation, because I should warn you, I am ticklish around my ribs and neck, for fairness purposes.”

“I suppose I might let it be a split just this once then, due to your disadvantage.” Settling onto the bed on your knees.

“Thank you,” he said sitting down on his side of the bed reaching over to scoop his half of the candies to him and yours over to you, “How kind of you, and I do hope you will keep it between us.”

“Oh no,” you said lifting one to unwrap it, “I am telling every child in the school. Prepare yourself.”

Lowly he chuckled claiming his own chocolate as you bit into yours he unwrapped, “I suppose it serves me right for being so distant with the students. Though I am close to the one who can change the channels with his mind.”

“Really? What’s his name?”

Around his mouthful of chocolate he mumbled, “We’re above names.” Making you giggle to yourself and himself laugh as your squeaking laugh continued on a few minutes, “We have a bond, he knows the best channels.”

Another crash of lightning and thunder had the lights cutting off leaving you just in candle light, glancing at the window you asked, “How far do you think she’d go to make this work. On a scale of drizzle to hurricane?”

“Depends,” he looked to the window, “What is her range on this? How far does she have to be? Because if she’s on the roof it shouldn’t be hard to get up there.”

“I think it’s closer to a couple miles actually.”

“That’s no fun.” He muttered eating another one.

“Yes, scaling buildings in the rain is a fantastic hobby.”

“I don’t get out much.”

“It shows.” He chuckled again as you sucked the chocolate off your thumb and index finger looking to the window at the start of hail making you turn and set your feet down to stand and walk to the window luring him with you. Soft thuds had you on your toes watching the golf ball sized hail chunks splitting on the cement below. “Ooh, she went for golf ball.”

His warm self came to a stop with his shoulder behind yours and he hummed, “Dedication. It shows.” The hail grew bigger steadily and he reached over to draw his half of the curtains shut and caught your gaze frozen again in admiring you in the candle light and lightning. Like a magnet drawing him in, just a few moments his lips were on yours when a loud explosion outside had his arms circling you, lifting you off the ground, and in blind steps behind the window he folded around you in his tight embrace readying for the painful aftermath only to open his eyes seeing the green and blue lights coming in from firework display that was disintegrating after having disrupted the hail storm. Stepping closer he eased the curtain away from the wall unable to help but smirk at the collapsing colors fading into the rain building up again.

“Bleh,” you said making him chuckle seeing the butterfly escaping off your tongue and he traced his nose against yours.

Murmuring sweetly, “I am so jealous I can’t light up the sky for you in return, Darling.” Claiming another kiss, this one lingering through the numerous explosions of colors halting the storm again and confusing the others in the building when the lights came back on again only to shut off at the storm starting up once more. Settling you on your feet he reached out closing the other curtain saying, “We should sleep, maybe by breakfast she’ll have fallen asleep and let the hail die down.”

You nodded and joined him in walking to the bad, gathering your candies to settle on both of your nightstands before climbing into the bed, wiggling down under the covers onto your back his pause to climb in had your eyes on him as he said, “Candles.” Heading out of the room to douse the lights there flashing a grin on his way back blowing out the rows on the tables along the walls and your nightstand. Again he stole another peck on your hand he raised in a pause at your side, “So we don’t burn down,” laying your hand on your belly again grinning in his path around the bed to finally climb in on his side blowing out his light there making you giggle at his content sigh in settling on his back. “What’s funny?”

“It will be funnier if I don’t tell you.” You giggled back and he closed his eyes trying not to focus on which way you had turned on the bed, merely pulling the covers up to his shoulders as the room continued to grow chillier due to the power cut. It wasn’t the warmest time of year and it certainly wouldn’t get to freezing temperatures unless Storm tried to ensure snuggling by dropping it even more to an ice storm so he wouldn’t have to break your chosen boundaries unless completely necessary leaving the position a surprise for the morning.

There was no telling when the storm had given out, yet he knew right when you were in the clear because on his belly his eyes snapped open in the sudden silence when all the lights turned on along with the radio left on from before. A soft giggle from the body draped mostly against his back had him settling more into the bed when at a flick of your fingers they all shut off again allowing him to move his hand to cover yours resting against his side. Sleeping into the morning until a knock sounded and groggily Logan climbed out from under you and the covers muttering, “Better have extra bacon.”

Another table was rolled in and you could hear the muffled conversation on the weird storm and odd light show in the middle while the food was set out and the confirmed you both had a good night. Once you had eaten and changed back and there was another knock at the door. Behind it once Logan had gone to check it Storm came into view with a grin, “Morning, strange weather last night. Have a nice dinner?”

Logan nodded then replied, “Oh ya, awful twinge in my back, spent the night in the closet. Still can’t get a word out of her, you got the bags right?” He patted her on the back in passing her at your ease behind him to slip out trying not to giggle. “Got to beat check out time,” Popping another of his chocolates between his lips joining you back to the elevator.

“We spent the night and I never talked to you?” You asked looking up at him.

With a smirk he replied, “I kinda just want to see what she’ll plan for our second date.” Making you giggle through his deep chuckle all but feeling Storm just prickling to brew up another freaky forecast.

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