So, I need practice writing. Imma do imagines and stuff for SPN, PJO, HP, MCU, X-Men, Hamilton, Star Wars Rise of the guardians (I am probably forgetting alot so if you want another one just request). I would do more, but those are the only ones I feel I have the character personalities down. Ps. I don't write smut, but I'll go as far as I making out with implied sleeping together >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Master list: http://just-pretend-i-can-write.tumblr.com/post/156131002595/i-guess-i-should-create-a-master-list
Summary: he canât get you out of his head. You were perfect, funny, smart, all the small scars on your hands, the freckles, the messy hair. Perfect.
Word count: ???
Warning: floof, all the floof, mild swear words
A/N: If you want me to continue on and write a part 3, just message me, let me know, otherwise it wonât happen (who am I kidding, it probably will, I just wanna know if you guys would want it.)
I wrote this on my phone since I lack a computer during the summer months, so, sorry if itâs weird
sorry for the long wait, Iâve had the best case of Peter related writers block.
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Peter poked at his cereal and sighed. It had been months since he had seen you on the train, months. Yet... he saw you everywhere. It was like one of those seems out of romance movie. He heard you laugh a few paces behind him, saw your head in the crowded streets. He had only talked to you for a few minutes, and he was already in love. Was this what love felt like? He had never had this feeling before.
âGet going Peter!â May shouted from her room, âSchool!â Peter nodded to himself and stood, leaving the half emtpy cereal bowl on the table.
He had started taking that train to and from school every day, just encase. It didnât matter that he had to âwalkâ another three blocks to actually get where he was going. Just like everyday, you werenât there.
Peter frowned and shoved his earbuds in.
âHey, hey, dude... Peter? Hey spide-hmph.â
âWhat Ned?â Peter glanced over his shoulder and took his hand off of Nedâs mouth.
âWell, at least I know that gets your attention. I just wanted to borrow a pen.â Ned sunk back into his desk, âWhat is up with you, dude. I havenât seen you this bad since Liz left... it better not be another girl,â he glanced around the room, âMichelle?â He whispered.
Peter shook his head and handed him a pen, âNo... mystery woman.â Peter smiled.
âJeez dude.â Ned shook his head. Peter cracked a smiled and turned back around.
Okay, so, fate definitely existed. And Apparently it was on his side. Peter actually saw you, was seeing you. You were down on one knee talking to an eight year-old who looked like you, a little at least. He watched you send her into the closest building, a tutoring company.
Before he decided what heâd say, he was jogging towards you, âHey! [y/n], R-right?â he mumbled out when he got closer to you.
You looked up, and your eyes widened, âPeter?â She asked, âright? I mean...â she pulled at her ear and looked at the ground.
âYeah...â he smiled, âyou wanna get something to drink?â He asked motioning to the other side of the street at a small cafe.
You glanced at the building, then at him, âDefinitely.â
As someone who has been living with severe suicidal ideation my entire life I wanna tell you all something, you donât have to stay alive for yourself. People will say itâs a bad idea to live for external things because theyâre temporary, and itâs true living for yourself is ideal but if youâre not to that point yet thatâs ok too.Â
Iâve lived for my dog for the past 4 years, before that I lived for my snakes, before that I lived for my cat. You can live for whatever needs you and whatever matters to you. Live for your best friend, live for your plants, live for your pets, live for your animal crossing town. Live for whatever keeps you alive and the day will come when you can live for yourself.
Transformers kept me alive. When the 2007 movie was announced I was going through an incredibly hard time emotionally. I saw the preview and every time I thought about killing myself I thought, âbut then I wonât get to see this thing Iâve always wanted to see, good or not.â And it got me through.
Iâm in a place where I live for myself now, but donât toss away a life preserver just because other people think you should be able to swim on your own.
Yeah. Whatever it is you gotta do to keep yourself alive, cling to it. The âreason to smileâ tag equates to a âreason to liveâ. It is those connections outside of our ownselves that can give us the ability to live.
I have lived for marvel movies, books coming out in the future that I donât even know about, and my friends.
Recently I have been going through shit and I keep convincing myself that I have a shelf of books to read and movies to see... itâs amazing what will keep you strong.
supervillains fucking hate fighting the x-men because the teams change constantly and sometimes there are??? totally new people there???? fuck thereâs a teenager who literally just has eyes all over his body. is he even technically a superhero yet or is he a student. who the fuck knows. how do we counter this shit
And no matter which team it is, Wolverine is there. Is it the future? Wolverine is there. Is it an alternate reality? Wolverine is there. Is Wolverine dead? Wolverine is there.
Summary: He loves you, and you are broken Scarif left you a shell, he doesnât know how to put you back together, but he can try.
Word count: 756
Warning: floof, all the floof, it made me sad while I was writing it... so I apologize if it gives you the same feelings
A/N: enjoy?
Bodhi moved around the building cautiously. This building was home to a lot of ex-rebels, it was a thank you for their service from Princess Leia. The arrangement was nice, like living on the base, people swapped stories and were always there for eachother. It was lovely. Â Well, most days it was lovely. Today was the 7th anniversary of Scarif, the first mass casualty battle he had been a part of, and it seemed to have been the one that hurt the most for everyone.
People moped through the halls, not even acknowledging Bodhi unless they bumped shoulders. Bodhi frowned, Scarif had been where Cassian almost lost an arm, Chirrut gained a permanent limp, and Baze is racked with pain whenever it rained, [Y/N]⊠well it wasnât physical. He hadnât lost anyone, but everyone else had, he just suffered the nightmares, he didnât suffer the grief.
He pressed himself against the wall as one of the angrier men passed, he didnât leave the wall until he got to their door. He swung it in and slipped in side, closing it quietly. He didnât hear anything from inside and he hoped that [Y/N/N] was still asleep, she needed all the rest she could get.
Honestly the smell hit him first, it burned. It was the smell of strong alcohol. âNo.â He mumbled and picked his way through the apartment to their room. She was in the corner, head against the wall, a bottle by her feet⊠and a picture in her hand. Dry tear tracks ran down her face.
â[Y/N]? Are you okay?â He just stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do. Nightmares were one thing, he could just hold her until she fell back asleep. He didnât understand what to do, she was drunk at noon, still and crying. He didnât know what to do.
âHiâŠâ She didnât open her eyes, just breathed out the word. âWhere were you? You were gone when I woke up.â
âI went for a walk.â He whispered and moved towards her. âI wanted to clear my headâ He crouched next to her, elbows on his knees.
âOh⊠okay⊠okayâŠâ She opened her eyes, they were still bloodshot from crying, âI miss him.â Her voice broke and her fingers wrapped around the picture until her knuckles were porcelain.
Bodhi glanced down at the picture, it was one that she stashed in her drawer. She was on the back of a spindly man, both of them laughing. âTormax.â He said with a sigh. He was a pilot, another commander. He had been the first one to welcome her with open arms, and was interested in her existence. He had died in the battle of Scarif, his U-wing was shot down, and it didnât end well.
âYeah⊠Tor.â She whimpered and began to sob again. Bodhi fell onto his knees and gathered [Y/N] into his arms.
âHey, itâs okay, itâs okay.â He shushed her and ran his hand up and down her back. She clung to him, soaking the shoulder of his shirt as she wheezed through her sobs. âTormax isâŠâ in a better place? That wouldnât calm her down. âTormax⊠I didnât know him, but no one wants to be mourned seven years after their death. At least no one I know. They ask you to  move on, remember them but donât cry for them.â Bodhi rambled, he was completely prepared for her to hit him, and he would gladly have let her if it made her feel better.
âYouâre right.â [Y/N] hiccuped and pushed away from him. He cupped her face and wiped away the tears, âand, you survived. Cassian, Baze, Chirrut, Aiden, we all survived, he would want us all to be happy.â She looked up at him, waiting for him to confirm it.
âAbsolutely.â He nodded, âabsolutely. Câmon.â Bodhi stood, pulling her with him, âWhy donât you lie down.â He whispered, all he had really been doing was whispering, trying not to startle her. [Y/N] nodded weakly, she was still clinging to him, wrapped around his arm. He got her in bed pretty easily, she pulled the blanket up to her chin. Bodhi smiled down at her, whipping the remaining tears from her cheeks. He pushed her hair back and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead.
He knew she wouldnât sleep, but this way he could look after her, keep her company. They spent the day looking at pictures, talking, holding each other until they fell asleep.
A/N: I need to work on endings aaaaaaaaand I need to work on length, sorry, so sorry
Summary: A chance encounter could mean something amazing, but thatâs only if a chance encounter can become more than just that. Youâve met the boy of your dreams (literally) and he couldnât be more amazed by you
Word count: 776
Warning: floof, all the floof, mild swear words
A/N: If you want me to continue on and write a part 2, just message me, let me know, otherwise it wonât happen (who am I kidding, it probably will, I just wanna know if you guys would want it.)
She was speechless - the stranger in front of her looked exactly like the guy sheâd been dreaming about. He rocked back and forth on the subway, earbuds blocking out the world, and looking down at his phone. He had a few more scrapes and bruises, but it was him. The same floppy brown hair, and dark eyes. The same scar on the eyebrow. [Y/N] found herself staring at him, leaning forward a bit with eyes wide. She knew dream people were people you had seen before, or a mash up of faces that youâd seen, but [Y/N] had only seen this boy in her dreams, or at least⊠she thought she had only seen him in her dreams.
He frowned at his phone and looked up. His head turned, and he met [Y/N]âs eyes. She looked up at the suddenly interesting ceiling in a not-so-subtle way. He was very attractive, something she had been noting every night for the past month. He had dimples when he smiled, a slight chin dimple, a kind face. [Y/N] found herself smiling, she couldnât help it. After a minute of memorizing the ceiling, she looked back at him. He was still looking at her.
He pressed his eyebrows together and smiled, a small smile. A shy wave with his phone hand. His face was rosy, but [Y/N] chalked it up to the heat, there was no way he was blushing at her. [Y/N] waved back at him. Maybe she was just imagining him, there was no way her dream boy was real.
He let go of the hand rail and swayed a little as he began to move. Crap, crap, crap, was he walking towards her? He still had the small smile when he sat next her and pulled out his earbuds, âItâs not polite to stare.â He whispered to her, there was no need to whisper, it wasnât like anyone on the train was listening.
[Y/N] stumbled over random noises for a moment, âSorry⊠sorry.â She mumbled another sorry, but it wasnât even heard by her.
âWhat? No! No, I was⊠oh, god. Iâm sorry. I think I was trying to flirt.â He ran his hand through his hair a few times, âI⊠Iâm Peter.â He held out his other hand. He had a quirky smile, so awkward. He definitely wasnât the boy from her dreams, that boy was confident and powerful, but this stumbling fool was also appealing.
â[Y/N],â She smiled and shook his hand. Awkward silenceâŠ
âSo, where are you going?â He asked slowly then cringed at his attempt at small talk.
[Y/N] laughed. Maybe laugh wasnât quite the right word. It was more of that involuntary giggle that girls do around boys, âIâm heading to up town to do the grocery shopping and talk to my gymnastics coach, what about you?â
âHeading to work, Iâm a freelance photographer for a blog.â He sat up straight, like he was bragging.
âOh?â [Y/N] was still grinning. Honestly, no guys really ever talked to her. She didnât try hard to be pretty. Her [H/L] hair was frizzy, she didnât wear makeup, she wore things that were comfortable or made her feel good, no guys really jumped at that chance. Besides, once you got past the shy phase, she was argumentative as hell.
âYeah, the Daily Bugle, itâs named after an old newspaper. It basically is a newspaper, just online⊠Iâm guessing you know what a blog is.â He let out an airy laugh and dropped his head.
âSoâŠâ Finally her guts were returning to her, âyou⊠were⊠flirting with me?â She looked at him hopefully, thank god he wasnât looking at her.
âWell⊠yeah. Thatâs what,â He cleared his throat and kicked back so he assumed a more relaxed position, âThatâs what cool guys do with pretty girls, right?â He raised an eyebrow and smirked at her. [Y/N] couldnât help herself. She laughed. That doesnât sound like a huge deal, but when your laugh consists of snorting, gasping for air, and sounding like a dying whale, its is a big deal. He didnât seem to notice, he laughed with her.
The subway wheezed to a stop and [Y/N] stood up, still laughing. A part of her wanted to miss her stop, stay on the train with this new boy, âPeterâ, but another part of her wanted to run and not look back, it wanted to avoid embarrassing her.
You can assume what part won out.
She looked over her shoulder and watched the train pull away. Peter stared out the window with a dreamy expression.
A/N: 1) Sorry for the wait, to anyone who actually reads my stuff
2) itâs not my best work, sorry, I have writerâs block, and itâs getting hard to write fanfics, but itâs not like I can write anything original so *cries* ::::))))
Summary: Matt and reader are in a relationship, and itâs going great
Word count: 890
Warning: floof, all the floof
âHey, uh, [Y/N].â Matt leaned against his desk. Thank god he was blind so he couldnât see her expression once he got the words out. He started rubbing his wrists, looking everywhere but at her presence. âI, uh,â his mouth was unbelievably dry. âYou wanna have dinner?â He was nervous, really nervous. It showed, horribly, by the fact that he didnât know what to do with his hands.
[Y/N] looked back at him from the window in the center room, through the glass in the door, âHmm? I was planning on it Murdock. I mean, food is essential to life.â She laughed and closed the blinds and walked to the doorway and leaned there, looking at him.
âI meant with meâŠâ He rubbed the back of his neck, âTomorrow?â He could sense [Y/N] go straight, rigid, and he immediately regretted it, he was preparing to tell her to forget it, that he was stupid. But he heard her sigh, not exasperated but steadying herself, and relax.
âIâd love to Matt.â She grinned and walked over to him and patted his hand, âIâll meet you at your apartment at eight?â
An amazing date, a sweet kiss goodnight, and few weeks later: Everyone was at Josies. [Y/N] hadnât had much to drink since she had to work in the morning. All of them did, but when you donât work with and for your friends, you canât show up with a hangover. In solidarity Matt hadnât drank much either, but considering there were two people between them, no one gave it a second thought. They let people wedge themselves between them, because, well, no one knew that they had went on that date. Or the one after that. Besides, it was nothing serious.
At about eleven, Matt stood up from his stool and threw thirty dollars down on the counter, âI should head home.â He gave Foggy a clap on the shoulder and waved at the rest.
With a stifled yawn, [Y/N] also got up, throwing a twenty on the bar, âIâll head out with you, make sure you donât get lost.â She grinned and grabbed her jacket off her seat. Matt nodded and walked out of the door ahead of her as she bid the others goodbye. Once she was out by Matt, he offered her his arm. âThank you, Mr. Murdock.â she looped her arm through his and leaned her head on his shoulder as they walked down the street and towards Mattâs apartment.
It sounds a bit promiscuous, that they went to his apartment together, after a night in the bar. But neither were drunk. [Y/N] went inside to warm up before walking the rest of the way to her apartment. She made them coffee, despite Mattâs protests that he could make it. She just laughed and told him to go sit down.
They honestly did nothing but talk while [Y/N] leaned against him.
Matt ran his fingers along the slight raise of skin where her scimitar tattoo was. âSo, you never told me how you got these⊠magic tattoos.â He said, referring to the fact that should could pull the actual weapon from the place the tattoo was.
[Y/N] snickered, âWhen I was training, I was sent on a⊠beginner mission to a monastery. They were hiding artifacts that they sold to our enemies. I was in charge of procuring anything of interest, and this ink was one of them. I didnât know what it was until my mentor explained it to me. He let me use the ink, which made my⊠training partner very angry. But, voila, I got these.â She yawned and snuggled into him. âNow I help defend the worst part of New York.â She laughed. [Y/N] felt relaxed around Matt, and that was saying a lot. She hardly felt relaxed around her opposite sex anymore, but that fact that she was drifting off to sleep in his arms felt right.
A few more weeks go by, and after a few more dates, they decided to let it be more public. Foggy nearly fell out of his chair when he saw Matt kiss [Y/N] goodbye. Karen teased Matt mercilessly, but it didnât bother him. He was definitely a brighter presence around the office now.
They went to dinner that night, well âdinnerâ. [Y/N] dragged him to her favorite wheeled restaurant called Disoâs Italian Sandwich Society. They walked around the city, talking about this and that while eating their dinner. The city was quiet, no warrant for the devil or magpie to go out on duty, just peaceful. âItâs a shame you canât see the sun set,â [Y/N] hummed looking down the street to the west. âThe orange really makes this place look like it belongs in Hell. The sky is on fire.â She whispered, knowing Matt would have no trouble hearing it.
Matt stepped around her, put his hands on her arms, and leaned down. He kissed her softly, and when they were done he leaned his forehead on hers. Not caring that they were blocking the middle of the sidewalk, or that there were people growling at them to get a room, [Y/N] wrapped her arms around Mattâs waist and squeezed him. After a moment like that, [Y/N] spoke again, âCareful, Matt. We keep going like this and you might end up happy.â She murmured.
Peter is asked to go into another universe to start a chain reaction to help things get better. This is part one, reader will come in on part two
word count: 1530
Peter pov: Earth-616
The bell just rang when I got the the summons. I was washing my hands in the bathroom sink, I left my study hall to use the bathroom, and words started appearing on the mirror in gold lettering, all caps. âCOME TO THIS ADDRESS IMMEDIATELY MR. PARKER: 77A BLEECKER STREET, NEW YORK CITY, NY.â Honestly, at this point I wasnât even surprised by the magic lettering. I just grabbed a pen out of my back pocket and wrote the address down in the palm on my hand. Honestly, I was a little annoyed. I was going to work on upgrading my computer tonight. Mr. Stark was still giving me an⊠well, he called it an allowance, I called it a paycheck, we compromised and now call itâs an allowance.
I shot a quick text to Aunt May, something about a job opening at a pizza shop in Greenwich Village. I had to pull a few stings (and by I, I mean, I begged Tony to pull a few strings) to have her brain wiped of the finding-out-that-Iâm-spider-man incident. It was for her own safety, after Mr. Thoomesâs little threat of âI will kill you and everyone you loveâ, I didnât want to risk my last family member being threatened because of my day job. In response to the text, I got a few emojis âOkayâ and a few more emojis. I laughed and opened my locker to grab my backpack. I had gotten more careful about where I put them, this was only my second backpack this month. I slid the bottom stack of books into the bag, figuring that even if I didnât need all of them, Iâd study or something after I got back from Greenwich.
I told Ned to make up an excuse for me for missing practice, probably a bad idea. I loved the guy, but he wasnât the best with secrets or excuses. He winked at me, telling me he had this, and I knew I had another detention coming my way. I jogged out of the school, ducked the corner and stopped, debating if I should go all spideied up or just take the subway. Why not make an entrance? I grinned to myself and ran a little farther away from the school into a different alley to strip and suit up.
Within ten minutes (no traffic when you swinging on buildings), I was looking over what I once thought was a haunted building. I swung onto itâs roof and scuttled onto the skylight, looking through into a vast loft filled with dusty artifacts. It looked like a museum. I didnât see anything⊠living though. Well, didnât see anything living until after the swirling vortex of sparks opened underneath me. I landed in a hard chair, and from the impact, my eyes were jarred out of whack... again. For a good thirty seconds all I saw was black and white bars until I got them situated.
âCan you take off the mask, Mr. Parker? Iâm not a fan of them.â Saided a distinguished man, a few years old than my aunt. He had his fingers steepled over his mouth and a look of judgement scribbled over his face. I hesitated to take off the mask, studying the man once more before deciding he wasnât a threat. I pulled off my mask and shook out my hair. âI never understood heros and the jump suits, it seems a little ridiculous, donât you think?â He waved his hand and an antique tea set started to work on itâs own. I was a little to dumbstruck to answer. âI suppose you wouldnât, all of your versions wear them.â He shook his head. âTea?â One of the cups floated towards me, and I finally found my voice.
âI⊠Iâm n-not much of a t-tea person.â I stuttered, my eyes wide. Like I said before, not much surprised me, but this took the cake. I was sitting across from a wizard that could do wandless magic.
He sighed and waved his hand again, the tea turned into a bottle of Coke, âNot many people I have the pleasure to meet are tea drinkers, shame. Tea does a lot of good for you.â
I just nodded along to it, not sure why he called me here to have tea and small talk. How the heck did he even know my name? As far as I was concerned I had never met the man before in my life. âWho the hell are you?â I blurted, lurching forward. Thankfully the bottle of Coke was still closed, otherwise I would have had one heck of a stain to explain to Mr. Stark.
âOh, sorry, I forget, not everyone has an insight to the world.â He chuckled, âMy name is Dr. Strange.â He paused, waiting for admiration.
I sat quiet for awhile before clearing my throat, âOh⊠âm Peter⊠Parker. But you already⊠knew⊠thatâŠâ I drummed one hand on my leg and clicked my tongue, looking around the room at the artifacts, âSo⊠why am I here?â I asked slowly meeting his eyes.
Dr. Strange stood, âYes, follow me.â I donât think I had a choice because as soon as he said that our entire scene changed. Thank goodness for spidey senses and quick reflexes or I would have ended the shift on my butt. We were standing at an green orb thing supported by a silver pedestal, acrossed it in gold letters (what was it with this guy and gold?) was a simple message. âSend help.â
Strange put his hand on top of the orb, âI got this message last night from an alternate realm, from an alternate me. This the only piece of it that came through clearly.â He rotated his hand counter clockwise and a bunch of jumbled letters appeared. âHro oe. ord brn  acs.â The lines in Strangeâs face deepened, âI think the other meâs powers are weakened, used to only supply steadiness to his hands, so he is out of practice. The length of the message journey does no difference to signal, only the flow of magic through it as it travels. Unless the magic flow was interrupted, then that is the only explanation.â
I was still stuck on his first sentence, âThere are alternate universes?â I asked, dumbstruck. Apparently there was a lot to learn about the world I had now been in for two years.
âKeep up kid,â Strange barely looked up at me, âI need a hero that isnât in that universe to go help fix everything, or start a chain reaction. Iâll be scrying into the worldâs future, once the chain reaction is started, Iâll pull you back through to this world and you can go on with your life.â
âSo, what? I wasnât born in that universe?â I asked.
âOh, no, you were. You were just killed two years ago by these things called sentinels built by Tony Stark and Bruce Banner.â Strange said in a casual manner, like it wasnât a bad thing I was killed.
âSo, lemme see if I have this straight. I go,â I pointed at the orb, âto wherever this came from. Kick some butt, change a few minds, and be back⊠when? In a couple months? I donât think I told you this, but I need to be home by dinner, my legal guardian thinks Iâm at a job interview, not a interuniverse mission interview.â I shook my head, âThanks but no thanks.â I turned around and began to walk away.
I didnât get very far.
I took two steps and the scene shifted so I was walking towards Mr. Magic, âYouâll be home before dinner. Youâll be home before the hour has passed. When you travel through dimensions, no time passes.â Doc sighed at my expression, âHave you ever watched or read Narnia? Itâs like that. Now, are you a hero or not? Put on your big boy tights and help me make an interdimensional portal to get you to Earth-6420.â
I didnât have room to say no, or at least not any admirable room to say no. So I helped the guy, got him his supplied, loaned him some of my hair. He called me a good little assistant. While he worked on the spell he explained something that was called the multiverse. There was our universe, Earth-616. There was the one I was about to enter, Earth-64200. There were a lot of others as well: Earth-1218, where we never existed. Earth-1602, where Killgrave ruled. Earth-2149 where we were nothing but Zombies. And hundreds of others.
After a while of talking, Strange finally ushered me to the portal, this was surrounded by another glowing spark ring. Through it was a dingy world below me, empty streets, only dime street lights giving me any access of sight, and donât get me started at the smell. While I was looking over the edge, Strangeâs cloak pushed me through. I guess I was taking to long for it. I fell for a few seconds before I was able to swing and catch myself on the side of the building, just in time to watch my way home close.
Summary: Reader and Neville have been dating for a while but have been to busy to talk for a while
Word count: 735
Warning: none that I know of
It had been a couple days⊠no a full week. It had been a full freaking week since heâd talked to [Y/N]. Well, yes, they talked, but they hadnât had a full conversation. It was stuff like: âHi, [Y/N/N]!â which was met with the response, âYes, hello, goodbye.â and sheâd scurry off, angrily scribbling her final draft of an essay on to parchment. Itâs not like heâd been free to just sit around and chat either. Professor Sprout always needed help in the greenhouse, or his friends pulled him away to do something every time [Y/N] had a free second. Honestly, it was a great pain, but he didnât have the heart to tell anyone to bugger off.
Day, well, day nine of the silence between him and [Y/N]. She didnât show at breakfast, or lunch, and he saw her for a moment at dinner, and just the same saw her walking away with no more than an apple, her history of magic book locked into an iron like grip. She had such a determined path that Neville didnât dare try and converse with her. If not for the brief passes in the hall, Neville might have forgotten what she looked like, he had all but forgotten the breezy sound of her voice.
So you donât have to imagine how happy he was to talk to her again. He was ecstatic when he got a letter from an owl from her, telling him to meet her in the library at the end of the day so they could study and talk and actually spend some time together. If Neville had to guess, despite [Y/N]âs busyness, she missed him terribly as well. She would put off some of the workload for the weekend if it meant talking to him for an hour. And, boy, was Neville grateful for that hour.
They met in the library, sitting at their normal table. All their books scattered around them, [Y/N] told him about how Hannah had fallen into the lake, or rather was chased in by a murlap. [Y/N] laughed and told him how Hannah missed the next to classes because she was trying to get the goo of the lake out of her hair. Neville laughed along to the story, but really was just smiling at [Y/N], the way her nose wrinkled when she laughed, or how she rubbed her eyes when trying to understand something. She was amazing.
He sighed and put his cheek in his hand as she reached over to him. To Nevilleâs great surprise, she grabbed the book in front of him, dropping it after reading the title. She giggled, âOur herbology textbook? Really? Havenât you gotten it memorized?â
Neville laughed, âHey!â He grabbed the book back, âAt least I didnât say anything about you reading the [Y/F/S] book for the second time, since weâve been sitting her.â He made a face at her. He made a move to grab her outstretched hand, just barely cupped it⊠and Flinch came barging in, screeching that there was five minutes till bed, all students head off.
Neville stood with a sigh, packing his things away. As a habit, he checked that old cracked remembral he kept in his cardiganâs pocket.
The small glass orb swirled with red smoke. It discouraged Neville, he had been so good at remembering things, and he didnât forget his robes, they werenât needed. He had all his books, all the most pressing tasks complete. Talked to [Y/N]⊠[Y/N]. He cast his eyes back to her watching her pack up her things with an almost sad look to her.
Neville turned back to her, head tilted in an almost curious matter, âYâknow,â He bounced the glass sphere in his hand, âthis old thing tells me that Iâve forgotten something.â He said talking a few hesitant steps towards her.
âOh?â She asked, not even looking up.
âAnd for the first time, I think I remember what Iâve forgotten to do, you wanna know what Iâve forgotten?â He asked.
[Y/N] sighed and looked up, flipping her bangs away, âWhat, Neville? What have you forgotten?â She was annoyed at him, and he had an idea on why.
âThis,â He grinned and gave her a quick peck on the lips, âgood night.â His smile got even bigger at her blush.
Summary: Well, Alex is back from the dead. Thatâs all I can really say
Word count: 1933
Warning: Swearing and I gave up on editing like, no italicization... sooo yeah
Alex Pov
A day, a month, years? Maybe a life time had past. All I knew is the fact that everything was black, dark. Hell, I wasnât even sure I had a body. I couldnât see, all I heard was explosions. Am I back in ânam? Am I in a coma? Were those ten years a dream? I questioned myself constantly. I hoped to god the last part at least didnât happen. Because, if it did⊠well, if it did, I was dead. I remember an explosion but I donât remember the pain. I remember a flash that just⊠that just didnât fit into it. And I was in the blackness.
As to who I am, my name is Alex Summers, and I am pretty damn sure that I am dead. Maybe that white light was God sending me to my own personal Hell. This black was empty with just chaotic noises in my⊠well I was able to hear them, so Iâm going to say, my ears. But, this was the best freaking luck. I had finally⊠I was finally going to propose to my girl. We had been dating for⊠well it was going on twenty years.
Yeah, I know that is a lot, but before you judge, hear me out. First, I didnât want to make it anything serious, what I can do, itâs dangerous for others. I enlisted in the army, and I was going to propose, the night before I left -- I mean, I loved her. Even in this existence I love her -- But she went off to college, right after Cuba. And, when we were alone, she was distracted. She let too many things into her head and wasnât able to focus on the present. It wasnât the right time. Then, I went off to Vietnam to fight the war, and that took ten years. See I enlisted a little late, right after Cuba. I loved saving people, so I continued. I had a brother, I had to be with my family for a while. They were priority. That isnât to say I didnât see [Y/N] from time to time. I went up to visit a couple of days every month. Thatâs another thing, she taught at Charlesâs -- Charles Xavier -- school. Something I could never do, but everytime I went there, she was so happy. She wouldnât stop smiling, and talking about her kids. She loved those students, almost as much as Charles, himself. And I was going to propose⊠then something happened. She started losing her mutation. I couldnât put more stress on her.
She started having panic attacks almost as much as I did. She hated the fact that she was losing her connection to this world -- as she put it -- this wonderful world that helped her get away from everything horrible in her life. That helped her get to the good. So of course, more stress would have made it worse, right? I mean, she still had me, but no stress of having to plan a wedding.
Then, I figured, I was forty, she was damn close to it, and life is short. I was going to propose, when I was dropping Scott off. I was, I was going to. I had the ring, I had a plan. Then⊠the explosion. That stopped me, sorry, killed me. Except, was I dead? I mean, I think I was. But maybe, maybe I was just in a coma. Yeah, maybe that's it. I sighed, or at least I wanted to. It was a comforting thought. Maybe I was in the hospital just lying there. Still alive, Iâd still be able to get back to her.
I kept thinking to myself: I will get back to you [Y/N]. You wonât be alone. Iâll be there for you. For days, years. Maybe a lifetime. Those were my thoughts. Thoughts of her, or my family -- Scott mainly -- of the school. If they were still okay. If I got back, Iâd help them fight against Erik and his reign of Douchiness. I donât know how long it took, but I started feeling things. You know that sensation of when your foot falls asleep. Pins and needles, all along my body. At least I knew I had that now. The feeling grew until it was the weight of the actual body, instead of just my conscious. The dark took on colors. They were still dark, but it was more than black. It took a faint hue of blue and white. They colors that hit the white moved. Then, all of a sudden, I couldnât breath, or at least, I did and something filled my lungs. Water? I questioned myself before the panic set in. I didnât know how I was here, I just knew I was drowning. I tried to remember the training I had for this situation. Swim towards the surface, accept, my limbs still felt like dead weight. Like bricks tied to my legs. Part of me wanted to close my eyes again, if I couldnât move I wouldnât be able to swim towards the light. The sensible part of me, the part that was in the army, that fought on Cuba, smack the other part. It forced me to move my legs, to fight to survive. When it came to fight or flight, flight wasnât an option, it never would be for me.
You never really know how much you miss air until you breath after not having it for years. I just laid there, gasping for a solid ten minutes before I assessed myself. I looked around, it was a lake, surrounded by brightly colored trees. It must have been october, since almost no leaves littered the ground yet. The sun was shining and the sky was clear, I recognized this place. The more I looked around, the more I saw that was familiar. I went to this lake, when I was a kid, I took [Y/N] here in the summer, to get a break. I laughed a little and smiled at the thought of her. Her [Y/H/C] hair shining in the sun, her [Y/E/C] eyes just sparkling. Her angry look when I pulled her off the dock into the lake. I stared at the sky, and shivered, thatâs when I noticed my clothes. Yes, I was still wearing some. It was the clothes I had on during the explosion. They stuck to me with the water, but that wasnât the problem, the problem was the hole it the middle of my shirt with burn marks around it.
Everything I remembered, it had happened. I reached up and brushed the hair that was plastered to my face out of my eyes. I wasnât too far from the mansion. Only a two or three hour drive. I needed answers and Iâd walk if I had too.
Your pov
You stood at the table in the council. It had been five years since the mansion was rebuilt, five years since the X-men reestablished. Five years since whatever experiment Striker did on you gave you your mutations back. The five year anniversary of Alexâs passing. You werenât going to waste time on tears, that got you nowhere. You cried enough in the past, but he wouldnât want you to mourn him. Shaking your head you turned to Jean, who was explaining what she had felt this morning.
âIt was like when Apocalypse came back, except, not as violent. I think I was the only one that sensed it.â She explained, she brought up the map and pointed to a section of it, circling it with her finger, âRight around here, a conscious popped up.â
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw charles nod, his lips pressed into a thin line, âI do believe we have a surfacing of another mutant.â He mumbled, rolling back out of the room. You ran up to his side. A spark of hope, useless hope in you.
âCharles, do you think it can be--â
âI donât know, [Y/N].â Charles shook his head, and kept rolling, down the hall, towards cerebro.
âThat area, thatâs the lake. Itâs a place thatâs important to him. It could be Alex.â You were giddy, letting that hope consume you. You knew it was stupid, but it was the first time you felt that spark of happiness in a while.
Charles stopped, smiling up at you for a moment, âWell, let's have a look then.â He rolled on, towards cerebro.
You stood outside the door, the place gave you the creeps and you prefered to wait until Charles came out with good, or bad new. Keeping your eyes trained on the ground, you heard the door slid open and Charles roll out. There were a few beats of silence before you looked at him.
He was smiling, ever so slightly. âNo,â You whispered, a smile tugging at your own lips, âHe canât⊠Is he?â Your breath became short, you wanted to cry.
âHe is. I think you should go outside, [Y/N]. Meet him. He has a lot of questions. But I think before they are answered, he needs to see you.â Charles patted your arm before you took off running, guiding yourself on instinct to where Alex would show up.
Alex pov
How long was I gone? I thought as I looked over the mansion, even from the distance I could see the change. I didnât recognize the kids, or the adults. I felt disoriented, it looked like it was this old building had not changed, but everything around it. I stood there for a minute, Iâd probably look like a freak if I just went up there. Charles It was a long shot, but maybe heâd hear me. Heâd send someone out--
Then I saw her, she was booking it across the lawn, towards me. I stood still, frozen, unsure if what I was seeing was real. I was very assured of that when she tackled me, holding my face in her hands and kissing me more passionately than I ever remembered her kissing me.
â[Y/N]--â I started to say when she pulled away, but she cut me off with a hurried scared voice.
âAlex?!?!?!?!â She shrieked, hands still on my face, but this time turning it so she could check it over for wounds. She dropped her hands to her knees -- which were straddling me from my spot on the ground. I let myself fall back from being propped up on my elbows, âYou⊠How are youâŠ? Youâre here.â She let out in short breathy sentences. A moment past, and she crossed, scowling, âWhat were you thinking? Firing a blast in front of the generator, you idiot.â Her voice broke and I saw her eyes brim with tears, but she blinked, and they were gone.
âI donât know, I donât know,â I shook my head, most likely getting grass clippings in it. Despite her distress, I was elated. She was okay, and despite what she said, I wasnât dead. I pushed myself up with one elbow and silenced her anguished noises with a kiss, pulling her head towards mine with my free hand. When we broke, she leaned her head on my forehead, looking over me with concerned eyes. I, however smiled and laughed softly at her. A few moments of silence and uforia, I spoke again, âMarry me.â I whispered. Her chin dropped in surprise, but she nodded, slowly but speeding up. Just nodding, giggling now. She hugged me, knocking me over again, taking my breath away in one more passionate kiss.
Summary: Alex brings Scott to the mansion and you are able to spend a few days with him (During apocalypse)
Warnings: Um swearing, very very slight mention of sex, death
Others: Reader can manipulate plants, she is a teacher at the school.
Word count:Â 3282
You sat at your desk between classes, trying to grade the test you had given out the other day, but it was hard to focus. Alex had called and said he was coming to the school. He usually never gave a heads up on his visits so you were anxious to see what this was about. You heard the faint crunch of gravel and took a glance out the window to see Alexâs car pull to a stop outside. Suddenly you were a teenager again, you jumped up completely abandoning your work and raced to meet Alex in the main hall.
He was leading his little brother, Scott, down the three stairs down from the foyer to the hall by the neck -- the kid in question had gauze around his eyes acting as a blindfold and was commenting on the school, âSmells pretty old in here,â He muttered in a bored voice as he stepped onto the first step, âIs this a school or a museum?â
âOne more,â Alex was looking down, he hadnât noticed you waiting for them at the base of the stair, making sure Scott didnât trip. It had been a few years since you had seen Scott, but the kid looked the same, so much like Alex yet completely different, âAnd last one.â The boys settled on the floor, âThere you go.â Alexâs head moved up and his eyes scanned the room, smiling when they landed on you, âIâll be right back.â He told his brother. He began to walk away from Scott before stopping -- his hand still on the younger Summersâs neck, âDonât move.â Alex ordered.
He released his hand from Scottâs neck, dropped the duffel bag he was carrying, and walked over to you, picking you up to kiss you without stooping, âHey doll,â He whispered into your lips.
âYouâre hair gets longer every time I see you,â You laughed and he set you down, âwhen are you going to cut it?â
âNever,â He smirked at me, wrapping his arms tighter around you waist. His eyes were lit with playfulness, ââcause I know how much it bugs you.â You placed your hands on the thin blue material of his shirt and hummed. you hugged him and put your head on his chest.
âWhyâs Scott here?â You asked as you watched the younger Summers turn his head around at the slightest noise, âAnd why is he blind folded? And follow up to that, will I get to see him run into a wall?â you looked up at Alex with wide eyes and he kissed your forehead. You werenât going to get over the fact of how⊠suburban he looked from when you first met him. He went from leather jackets, jeans, and dark T-shirts to khakis, dress shirts, and beige canvas jacket, sunglasses pushing the bangs out of his eyes. His brother looked more like he did when Alex was younger, the drab olive jacket and blue shirt with red and white stripes in the middle, and ripped jeans.
âScott and I are more alike than I thought. His mutation developed.â Alex explained, âTheyâre kinda like my plasma blasts, just through his eyes and harder to control. He almost killed a kid at his old school.â
âThat kid was a dick, anyway.â Scott called over, he was shifting uncomfortably. Obviously he heard you two, maybe even knew that you had been kissing. You laughed and dragged Alex back to his brother. When we stopped Alex wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your head.
âHi, Scott.â You chirped at the boy, pushing Alex back with your elbow.
â[Y/N],â He greeted me with a nod. You sighed and pulled the kid into a hug, he probably thought he was too cool to hug you, but you didnât care. He begrudgingly patted your back and you pulled away, âI guess youâre one of my new teachers,â He said and stuck his arms in his pockets.
âYep,â You nodded, despite him not being able to see you.
âDoes this mean youâll go easy on me? You know, since youâre sleeping with my brother?â He attempted to gesture to Alex but was off a bit.
âScott!â Alex snapped at him, his face burning almost as much as yours, âThat was uncalled for.â
âJust a question,â He shrugged. Alex pushed on his neck again.
âLetâs go, dufus.â He muttered and pushed him forwards. You followed near them, your hand wrapped in Alexâs free one. As they were walking Scott ran into Ms. Grey, who was carrying supplies she needed for her next class, trigonometry, you were sure of it.
âOh,â Scott let out as they collided. Jeanâs books went flying, and the young redhead held out her hands, stopping their descent and pulling them back towards her, they landed in a neat pile in her hands. She gave Scott a disdainful look, and pulled her things close to her.
Scott pointed up at the blindfold, âI canât,â he pointed out, in a tone you couldnât quite place, he was talking to no one.
Alex knitted his eyebrows together and looked at Scott, âWhat?â He sounded worried, âWhoâre you talking to?â You laughed and looked at Jean, urging her to use her words and not her mind.
The younger woman sighed, âMe.â She said aloud. Alex gave her a look, not quite a glare, but close enough to one that you smacked his arm. He gave you a look of surprise but trained it back on Jean.
Scottâs head leaned forward a bit, âI just heard your voice in my head,â He sounded astonished.
Jean scoffed, âIâm telepathic, I read minds,â She explained in her normal know-it-all tone.
Scott was looking forward, not at her -- which you had to fight a fit of giggles watching, âWell stay out of mine.â He said defiantly, âI donât need some weird girl creeping around in there.â
Jeanâs eye flickered to the ground. You knew why, she was always called weird, even among mutants. You smiled at her to tell her that Scott didnât mean anything by the statement, âDonât worry, Scott. Thereâs not much to see,â She shot back at the kid, she turned around and began to stalk off, rolling her eyes.
âHey, wait. I didnât tell you my name.â Scott called to her.
âNo,â She snapped back at him, âyou didnât.â
âAh, young love.â You mumbled in an airy tone, drawing a laugh from Alex and he turned to kiss your forehead. He was drawn away by a voice coming from the stairs.
âAlex Summers?â Hank asked as he made his way into the hall. He wore a brown blazer over a gray collared shirt. The man smiled at Alex.Â
âHank McCoy!â Alex drug out the scientist's last name and shook his hand, âWoah! What happened to big, blue, furry you?â He seemed startled and gestured to the all of Hank.
âAh,â Hank looked uncomfortable, looking at the wall now, âI keep him under control now.â He looked back at Alex nodding.
âThatâs right, last time you were here Hank didnât have his meds.â You hummed and leaned against Alex.
âMeds?â Alex looked at Hank with a puzzled look.
âItâs, uh, itâs how I keep him under control.â Hank rubbed the back of his neck.
âAh, okay,â Alex nodded, back to chuckling until he remembered the kid standing next to him, âOh, right, this is my brother, Scott,â he clapped the kid on the back.
âHey, Scott,â McCoy greeted, shifting his weight, âIâm Hank McCoy, one of the teachers here.â Scott nodded not saying anything.
Alex sighed at his brotherâs rudeness, âWhereâs the professor?â
âHeâs in a class rightnow, speaking of,â You checked your watch and looked at Alex apologetically, âI have to get to the chem lab before someone starts a fire.â You turned and threw your  arms around his neck, giving him a long passionate kiss, âYou better stay for a couple days, sir.â You whispered to him and he placed his lips back on yours.
âYou guys are necking, arenât you?â Scott asked in a disgusted voice.
Alex rested his forehead on you and laughed at his brother, âJust because you havenât done it, doesnât mean you can call it gross, bro.â You laughed too.
âMeet me for lunch, Alex. And we can catch up.â You pecked his nose and walked off.
âHowâs Scott settling in?â You asked picking up a carrot. Alex was leaning against a tree and you against him. His hands were wrapped tight against your waist. You felt his chest bounce as he laughed.
âWell, if you call destroying the professor's favorite tree settling it, and carving a divot in the ground by the lake? Then yes, heâs settled in great!â Alex leaned his head against the trunk of the tree, âI feel so bad for the kid. When I got my mutation, I was terrified since I couldnât control it, but I still had a bit of control, just a bit. Him, if he opens his eyes without the glasses -- these special ruby quartz ones that make him look like more of a douche than usual--â
âYou know, you have a fabulous relationship with your brother.â You hummed and nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck, just drinking in the sent of him.
He laughed, âYeah, I know. But if he opens his eyes without the shades on, he canât control it. Those beams go haywire.â
You shook your head and sat up, âIt took you a while to learn to control yours, yes, and now it is no trouble for you. You choose to use it, and you can control it.â You turned so You were staring into his eyes, âHeâll be fine. There are so many people here that can help himâŠâ You paused for a moment, âIf you would stick around for more than a few months at a time⊠you could help him.â You really wanted him to stay around for you, but you knew you had a better chance of him staying for Scott.
âWell, if I stayed, I think weâd both be a little too⊠preoccupied to get much done.â He set his forehead on yours, giving me a lopsided smile.
âAlex,â You shrieked and pushed up and away from him, your face red, âyou are a dog, sir. You know that, donât you?â
âHey, you know you love it.â He smirked and slid his sunglasses over his eyes, âYou really want me to stay, doll?â He asked.
âOf course,â You straightened your blouse and flatted you hair, getting ready to go off to teach the freshmen class.
âThen I will,â He promised, pushing himself up and wrapping his arms around your waist, looking down at you, âhow bout that? Iâll be able to teach, and help train the studentsâŠâ He started.
âAnd what, pray tell, will you teach? How to rebuild a motorcycle?â You laughed and put your arms around his neck, and you two stood there like that -- you on your toes to be able to reach his neck.
âMechanics.â He said defiantly.
âThereâs already someone who teaches that.â You said, âYouâd know that if you talked to the others. I mean, you hide away when youâre here or you hang around the students. You donât talk to the other teachers.â
âWell, how about a trainer for the older kids, I can handle their mutations. And I know about the chaos.â He suggested.
âWell, first you gotta make the commitment to stay.â You mumbled and pulled away from him, âI have classes from now till three, you go find some adults to talk to, you big kid.â You pushed him and started walking off across the lawn, leaving a small wake of flowers after me. That was all you were really able to do anymore, for some reason your mutation was declining, even Charles couldnât explain it, it was just⊠happening.
Last class You thought to yourself. You may not be a student, but classes drained you of all energy, besides, the freshmen class never closed their mouths. You had just finished wiping off the tables when a few of the sophomores filled into the class, just before the bell. Among them was Jubilation and Scott, being lead by her. They took their seats near your desk and were quiet as the rest them filed into the room.
Once everyone was seated you stood and cleared your throat, drawing attention from the students, âSince you had a test yesterday, and I donât have the next unit ready, you can use this time to finish homework.â You sat down after the little announcement and pulled out the stack of tests and a few red pens. You barely glanced up to see an outstretched hand.
âYes, Ms. Lee?â You asked, folding your arms over the desk and looking at her.
âWho was that guy you were with?â She asked in her lively voice. There were a few giggles, and a groan from Scott.
âThat would be Mr. Summersâs brother.â You smiled, laughed a bit.
âBut you were practically making out with him,â The teenager made a face, and you laughed a little more. At that and at the fact that Scottâs face was red. You had just noticed the sunglasses on his face, and had to agree with Alex on how they affected his appearance.
âYes, that is usually what a girl does with the man she is dating.â You answered.
âWait, but your like fifty. Arenât you too old to have a boyfriend? Shouldnât you be, like, married?â
âOnly thirty-nine, and no. And I will get married once a man has the guts to ask.â Hell, Iâve known Alex for twenty and have been dating him for nineteen. He should have the guts by now You said to yourself, returning your attention to your work. âBut this is not a subject I should be discussing with my students.â You mumbled, âSo get back to work, Ms. Lee.â
With a few hours, you were in bed with Alex. His arm wrapped around your bare skin as the both of you drifted off to sleep. At least, almost did. The house began to shake violently. You rolled over, slightly afraid and grabbed your nightgown from the floor, throwing it on and stepping out the door to see what the problem was. Charles came rolling down the hall, sending the children back to bed. He stopped at your door.
âJean again?â You asked. The professor nodded solemnly and rolled on to the young girls dorm. When you turned back to your own room, Alex was bolt upright, his eyes wide and pupils small. He looked afraid.
âShit,â You mumbled and walked back over to him slowly. You had only seen a few of his panic attacks, the quake must have triggered it. You sat next to him, rubbing his back, trying to calm him down. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his head in my next, you could feel him shaking. He muttered something about you being okay, like he was trying to calm you down. You just sat with him, not knowing what to do until he stopped shaking.
Alex left with Charles to run an errand. You had been busy with work the entire day anyway. You had only seen him once, and that was to say youâd see him at dinner before he left with Hank, Charles, and the two people youâd never thought would be back, Raven and Moira. You had given Raven a rather disdainful look, even after what happened in Washington, it didnât make up for the past. You were about to go down and meet up with them, but there it was again, at the near end of the school day, a tremor. This one with more force than the one last night. There was heat coming through the floor. Before you could even take a step away from you desk I felt a rush, a sick feeling in your stomach, and then you were outside, with a few others. You stumbled back and ran into Hank, just as the mansion exploded.
You looked around the crowd. There were coughing and heaving students everywhere, everyone looked confused. Well all except for a silver clad man in the center of everything, he was breathed out a âwowâ.
âPeter?â You asked, you hadnât seen the silver blur in ten years. He smiled at you, a lopsided grin.
âWhere, where did youâŠâ Hank started to ask, it was a question you wanted to ask yourself but was too stunned as you scanned the crowed, looking for him.
âI was looking for the professor, I thought he lived here.â Peter looked around, grimacing. Smoke was thick in the air, and you started to cough a bit, but began to move around the crowd, Where is he? You looked back, thinking youâd missed something and saw Hankâs pitiful look. He turned it on Peter though.
âThey took him.â He mumbled. All of a sudden, there was a ripple of murmurs, people turning to look at something behind you, you turned too. Raven was standing there, blue. In nothing, you might add. The children were amazed, Raven -- Mystique to them -- was a hero among mutants.
âThey look up to you,â Hank explained to her, his hands on his hips. The matters of the others were out of my mind once more, the smoke was cleared and I could see better. He wasnât there.
âWhere is he?â You asked, your voice sounded hoarse, a bit desperate. But it was too quiet, no one heard you, âWhereâs Alex?â You spoke up. No one paid attention. They were all focused on a car that had pulled up.
âWhat happened?â It was Scott. He had ran up to the crowd, looking up at the ruins of the mansion, âWhereâs Alex.â People listened to him. You turned to listen, if they wouldnât answer you, maybe theyâd answer Scott, âWhereâs my brother?â His voice was edged with panic that was starting to overtake him.
Peter made a face, âPretty sure I got everyone.â People began to look around just like you had done. You, on the other hand, you dropped to the ground, your head between my legs. You were going to be sick, especially when you heard Hank.
âAlex was closest to the blast.â You looked up, you could feel yourself tear up. But you werenât going to cry, not in front of the students.
âNo,â You choked out, and everyone looked at you. Well all except Scott and Jean, they had ran off, âhe canât be dead.â You shook your head, pushing yourself to your feet, ignoring everyone but Hank as you pushed towards him.
â[Y/N], Iâm sorry.â He shook his head, not meeting your eyes, âListen, when we went down, he was talking to me. I guess he needed to tell someone, and Charles was talking with the girls. He said he wasâŠâ Hank paused, but something about your expression made him continue, slowly. So painfully slow, âHe said he was going to stick around, that he was going to propose to you by the end of the week. He said he had the ring for years,â He was rushing out the words now, âhe just couldnât find the right time, and he figured, now or never.â He stopped. You were crying, silently. Hank held out his arms and you fell into him, sobbing into his shirt. The sound of the helicopter blades were thunderous, but you ignored it, you wanted to ignore everything.
There was a man shouting âfireâ and everything went dark.
Woohoo, longest one. It evens out to about 11 pages if you put it onto a document
