xander selwood

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lilvale​:

“i think what you meant was incredibly beautiful,” she huffed as she pretended to angrily snatch the pencil from him. she snorted at the remark. “i know right? i have mister mind reader for a best friend and mister boss man fun killer as a brother. life is so tedious. i deserve a medal. or at the very least, a cookie.”

“I definitely did not mean that,” he corrected. He leaned back, stretching his legs out and his feet up onto the table. “Mister boss man fun killer. Does Octavian know that’s his nickname? Something tells me no... But that can be our little secret. That is, if I get a cookie too.”

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lilvale​:

“i think what you meant was incredibly beautiful,” she huffed as she pretended to angrily snatch the pencil from him. she snorted at the remark. “i know right? i have mister mind reader for a best friend and mister boss man fun killer as a brother. life is so tedious. i deserve a medal. or at the very least, a cookie.”

“i definitely did not mean that,” he corrected. he leaned back, stretching his legs out and his feet up onto the table. “mister boss man fun killer. does octavian know that’s his nickname? something tells me no... but that can be our little secret. that is, if i get a cookie too.”

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thespartan​:​

“ I was in the Marine corps, which is a different branch of the military to the army. But the marines taught me a lot, some of which has been very important for my work with the resistance.” Adrian explained crossing his arms over his chest. “Reconnaissance is done in different ways depending on what branch of the military of government your talking about, but for us we don’t have the kind of equipment they use. So i just adapt my approach, but try to get as much as I can so I can create a dossier for a mission.”

Mm, marines. Xan might’ve known, but he’d managed to stop reading Adrian’s mind a while ago. The guy was scary when he was mad... And Xander wasn’t the fastest runner. “Adapt how?” he wondered aloud. How did people do it without reading minds? Sometimes Xan thought he’d never have gotten through life without his ability... Then again... He wouldn’t be here.

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drakegraysonx​:

Xander wasn’t wrong. Drake should have joined The Brotherhood with his views. The bloodshed was enough for him to hate every single one of them. Drake watched too many good people die to believe they should follow the mundane. All of them could create a change singlehandedly fixing the problem, but they were still following a government that betrayed them. “Yeah and that’s all you got?” He countered back. 

“So are we good? Can we just say fuck it this was fluke and move on?” Drake asked desperately. He wanted to put it behind them. Their death was just a casualty of war. Drake couldn’t change the past and he just wanted to move forward. “I’m sorry that it was someone that meant something to you. If that helps.” 

To some, it wasn’t an insult. To Xander, it was the most cutting, despicable thing he could think of. He shook his head, deigning the conversation over on his end. But he knew what was coming next. He could feel it stirring in the back of Drake’s mind, before it was even a fully-formed thought.

“No.” His voice was curt. For once, he didn’t care that his happy-go-lucky image was stripped away to the bare-bones pain of the past. “You’re fucking heartless, Drake.” He wanted to stop, leave it at that and finish out this assignment in tense silence. It’d be better that way. But the words fell out. “There’s no just when you murder someone.” He knew he couldn’t convince him. “You’re only sorry because you hurt me. Not because of what you did. And I will never be good with that.”

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Stranger Things | Chapter Seven: The Bathtub (1.07)

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melanie-cooper​:

Mel chuckled. “Look at me, I don’t need help to impress people.” She said with a smirk, confidence was something that Mel had a lot. “Think of it as more of an everyone wins situation.” Mel said, she knew they would find out that she was the one to blame for taking Xander out to use his powers, but if everyone was happy with how they spend the money, they wouldn’t get into trouble.

“I should have come up with this plan way sooner.” she said using a little of her powers, making sure they would be lucky enough that no one in guard would see them leaving. Mel made her way to the car that someone had luckily dropped the keys on the floor. “Wanna drive?” She asked

No, she was right. Confidence went a long way. And with perpetual good luck on her side, how could she not be? “Fair enough. We win, the house wins, our stomachs win.” With the two of them teamed up, Xan was almost positive there was no way something could go wrong. And contrary to popular belief, he actually did think about things before he did them.

“You bet,” Xan grabbed the keys and hopped in the driver’s seat. “Find a good radio station. Not country.”

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As a scout, Xan was used to using his powers for recon. It was easy. He did a lot of wandering his way into important places and people, extracting information without them ever knowing. He wasn’t some kind of expert spy, by any means...

That was where Adrian’s expertise came in. Xan gathered what knowledge he could, and Adrian put it all together to make a coherent mission plan. “Did the army really teach you how to do all this?” Xan asked, absentmindedly flicking through one of his notebooks. Unfortunately, a limitless memory didn’t come with telepathy. He wrote a lot down. “I always thought this was like, CIA shit.”

@thespartan​

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ry-collins​:

Ryan nodded, “Easily bribed with food. Got it.” He teased, stuffing his hands in his pocket now. “Do you they have extra sweatshirts and stuff here? These clothes are kinda cold.” The mutant hummed. “What do you do for fun around here?” 

“Exactly,” he agreed, leading the way. “Yeah, for sure. We’ve got a whole big lost-and-found type thing you can just grab stuff from. I’ll show you after we eat.”

Xan chuckled at the idea of fun. “Well, around here, you kinda have to make your own fun. I play a lot of cards. But I also cheat, you know, reading minds and all? So not many people will actually play with me anymore. Somebody’s usually throwing around a frisbee or a football or something outside.” He shrugged, then added, “Like I said, make your own fun.”

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ry-collins​:

“The kitchen?” Ryan perked up some, food was always good. “I am a little hungry, you want to come with me to eat?” He asked softly, smiling a litttle more. “Unless you’re busy of course, but it’d be cool to at least kind of know someone around here.”

Xander was happy to see him smile, relax a little at the mention of food. It made his heart swell to know this place actually helped people, even in tiny ways. "I can always eat. That’s the first thing you should kind of know about me,” he said with a ridiculous grin. “I’ll show you where they hide the good stuff.”

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ry-collins​:

Ryan must’ve flushed three or four different shades of pink, kicking his feet a little at the ground and avoiding any eye contact. “I’m… I mean I swear I’m not a weirdo or anything?” He paused, looking around now. “No, I should be fine. I don’t want to bother you.” 

Xan chuckled and waved off his embarrassment. “I don’t think you’re a weirdo,” he reassured him. “And don’t be afraid to ask if you need anything. We all remember what it was like to be new around here.”

He paused before nudging Ryan’s shoulder with his fist. “I think you’ll be just fine. Somebody’ll help you practice with your powers, and it’s pretty much free reign on the kitchen whenever you get hungry. I’m in that room-” He pointed it out. “If you think of anything. Or if you just want company.”

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drakegraysonx​:

Drake gave him a look questioning if Xander really wanted to go there. It felt like open season on all mutants. No one would legally condemn killing the mutants. Instead they put so many rules in place and ways to take their freedom from them it was practically like putting the bullet between their eyes. Drake may not know everything but he was sure on this. 

He scoffed, “Yeah and you were going to kill them?” Drake shook his head. “It doesn’t matter because the minute they said shit it would’ve been game over.” Drake said. When Drake was younger he once believed that humans were good. They were the same and the only difference was that one gene. Just like if you added a chromosome you had down syndrome. They were still human. Except no one thought that way. Mutants will always be monsters because they will always be superior to them. “Keep thinking like that and it will get you killed.” He stated. “They will all turn on you.” 

He shifted in his seat—his discomfort with the topic was getting physical. He didn’t just have his own tensions to deal with, he was hearing all Drake’s feelings twice over in his head. “There didn’t have to be any killing at all,” he snapped. Game over. It wasn’t a game to Xan. Human or mutant, none of them deserved to die for the sake of the other. Especially not just because Drake thought it was necessary.

Xan looked away again. He’d rather get killed than end up a murderer. “You should join the Brotherhood with that attitude.” It wasn’t quite a fair dig... But Xander believed it. If all mutants thought like that, there would be no humans left.

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lilvale​:

“ah yes because you definitely had no idea that’s what i was doing. i was even purposefully singing ‘octopus’ in my head over and over just for you.” she picked up the dark green pencil. “it’s hard work honestly, especially when your bestie can steal all of your best ideas. not that you’d know anything about that.” she held out her hand without looking up. “now pass me the light green.”

“Yeah, the singing was actually incredibly distracting.” It was a good defense mechanism, now that he thought about it. He held out the lighter pencil, but his other hand never stopped tapping. He was full of jittery energy today. “God, your life is so hard, Lil. Being my friend? How tedious.”

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katherine-smith​:

“No, go fish.” She answered. “Any kings?” She heard his explanation. “Sounds like a lot, do you get a headache from trying to see all the possibilities?” Se asked, it was fun talking about powers, the only time she did that was when she wrote notes to 38 since he was the only person with powers she knew before. “You could always just read my mind and find out what card I have.”  She said with a smile, like it would be something as simple as reading a book and not at all personal.

He handed her a king, looking down at his cards to avoid the implication. Headaches, nightmares... The life of a telepath, he supposed. Though he’d never actually met another. Was it a universal experience? “I used to,” he answered, and smirked at her suggestion. “I could. But it’s your first time. I’m taking it easy on you.”

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melanie-cooper​:

Melanie chuckled when he moved away, she loved messing up with his hair, well, everyone’s hair, it was something she did when she liked someone, a friendly gesture. “No, don’t change.” She said. “We want to look like two people that just happen to walk in front of a casino and figure why not? Not like something we planned.” If he was well-dressed, it would call attention, and they would get kicked out faster before cleaning the house.

“Right! I feel like everyone here deserved some real good food for a change. Maybe even some wings and french fries.” Mel hated the food in there, that was also one of the reason she was always going out.

“Oh, I get it,” Xan said with a grin. “You just wanna impress the new kids.” He held the door open for her as they stepped outside. The cool spring air felt good on his skin—refreshing.

“Well, I can’t lie, I’d probably commit a heinous crime for some buffalo wings.” He nodded toward the nearest vehicle. “Let’s do it.”

[romulanspy]

*actually cares very deeply but acts like an asshole*

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ry-collins​:

The rooms were nice, Ryan’s eyes flicking to the door knobs. They weren’t locks, the rooms had windows that he could get out if needed. He felt better already, until the other stated his power. “You can-” Ryan paused, looking at the other for a second. “All the time?” 

His smile turned sheepish, but he didn’t budge. “Don’t worry. I only heard you call me cute,” he teased. “Seriously, though, I can shut your thoughts out. I’m not listening all the time.” It was vague, but he wasn’t going to lie and say he didn’t listen in to other people’s heads. Most people’s thoughts were rather loud... That wasn’t Xander’s fault. “Anyway. D’you need anything else? Clothes, food?”