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bluetimeombre · 4 months ago

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ׂׂૢ Hugh and you are WIRED,

You and Hugh take part in the Wired autocomplete interview

[this has been sitting in my drafts collecting dust, enjoy! Not proof read, just the vibes]

'Hello, I am Hugh Jackman,' he smiled at the camera.

'And i'm Y/N.'

'And we're doing the autocomplete interview,' he said.

You smile at how he tried his best. 'The WIRED one,' you added.

Hugh looked back to you. 'Oh yeah.' he laughed and apologised to the crew. 'I'll hold, you peel and read and I'll answer,' said Hugh, taking the board that started with him.

You leaned back in your chair, eyes peering at him. 'So, I do all the work and you sit there, ok, yeah, that's fair.'

He chuckled as you peeled away the first question.

'Is Hugh Jackman Australian?' you read, screwing up the paper and chucking it behind you. 'Um, no, he's not. It's all a bit he does, it's incredible he's kept it up for years,' you answer for him.

Hugh laughed. 'I am, I am Australian,' he insisted.

You shook your head, nudging him friendly. 'Such a good actor. Is Hugh Jackman retired?'

'No, just old,' said Hugh.

You chuckle before looking at the camera. 'He said he was retired but that was a lie,' you poke fun at the amount of times he said he'll never do Logan again... but did Logan again. 'He's a lair like I said- a good actor.'

You rip the next one off. 'Is Hugh Jackman... a good singer? Uh yes!'

'Thank you, there you go,' nodded Hugh.

'He's such a good singer,' you boast, holding his knee. 'Les mis, Oklahoma, The greatest showman.'

'That's where we met,' he smiled. The two of you did meet during the filming of The Greatest Showman.

You smiled back at you. 'We did. Yeah, highly recommend having Hugh Jackman sing to you, it's-it's magic.'

You do a couple more questions before finishing his first board and letting Hugh break it over his knee before chucking it away. 'Oh woah. You know, people would pay to have that done to them.'

Hugh laughs. He takes the board meant for you and peels the first away. 'I've got it love, let me. Is Y/N dead?'

'Starting off strong here,' you said. 'Um, only on the inside.'

Hugh chuckled. 'That's horrible,' he said through his laughter.

'Don't worry babe, I'm still here. Alive and kicking,' you mumble off.

Hugh eventually peeled away the next one. 'Ok, is Y/N in Wolverine origins.'

'No, thank god,' you said as Hugh, again, keeps laughing. 'No, I do not appear in that movie. But a version of my character does for like ten minutes. And i'm sure it was the better ten minutes of the movie.'

'I won't argue with that,' said Hugh.

'So it wasn't me but another actress playing my character.'

'Right, not confusing at all,' said Hugh. 'Just don't think about it really. Yeah. Right, is Y/N a billionaire? If she was, I would've married her by now,' said Hugh.

You laugh, rocking back and forth. 'Now I really need to reach that billionaire status,' you said.

Hugh's board was next.

'Ok, how Hugh Jackman got jacked?' you read, looking over to him. 'How did the Jackman jack?' you asked, the question coming out a bit more on the naughty side than you intended.

The both of you looked at each other promiscuously.

You held up a finger. 'Maybe I should have worded that differently.'

'Yeah,' he chuckled. 'Um, I basically was miserable for six months. No I'm kidding, a lot of training and boiled chicken.'

'Yum! How tall is Hugh Jackman?'

'6'2- 6'3,' he hummed, thinking about it.

'Do you think people are asking cause they're angry you're not 5'3 like Wolverine should've been in the comics?' you asked.

Hugh's face straightened. 'Why'd you have to bring that up?'

You chuckle, peeling away another one. 'What is Hugh Jackman.., made out of?' he laughs as you whisper to the camera. 'Boyfriend material.'

'Is that actually what it says?' he turns the board, checking it. It really did. 'Oh woah. I assume the interweb means the Adamantium in Logan?'

You snorted. 'The interweb, is that what you just called it?'

'Isn't that what the cool kids call it these days?'

You shake your head and toss his board behind you without sparing a thought.

Hugh stared after it. 'Is that how you treat all yours lovers?'

You purse your lips, trying to hold in a laugh. 'It's just a board, babe, you're the real thing.' You picked up the next board for you and handed it to Hugh who was peeling the first one away immediately.

'How is Y/N... oh it ends there. Well, that's very nice, how is Y/N?' Read Hugh, answering before you got the chance. 'She's very well, er, cause she's with me. Next one. Is Y/N single? What a good question.'

Next to you, Hugh was grinning like a mad man, or a man who knew a secret. Or just like an idiot in love. Any of them worked as you just stared back at him. 'Um, you'd have to ask her,' you said, trying to do what you did best and avoid questions.

'We are asking you, c'mon, the people want to know, are you single?' Hugh teased.

You shook your head with pursed lips. 'You know, Y/N is...' you trailed off, mumbling incoherently under his breath.

Hugh chuckled before looking into the camera. 'His name rhymes with Pugh Ackman.'

'Ryan Reynolds, of course!' you say, peeling off the next one yourself. 'Ok, is Y/N in marvel movies? um yes, a few.'

'Most,' Hugh corrected. 'If not all,'

'Yeah, i've done a few in my time,' you answered. 'Started when I was like, sixteen now i'm,' you pretend to count on your fingers, freaking out when you realised the numbers were high. 'Anyway, Hugh's turn!'

'Ok, i'll peel now,' said Hugh, giving you the board.

'Oh thank you, give my poor nails a break,' you said.

'Does Hugh Jackman... smell nice?' he leant over to you and you took an inhale.

You shrug. 'Yeah, he's alright.'

He chuckled and made a gesture at you before going onto the next one. 'Does Hugh Jackman, my name is falling on deaf ears I think now, does Hugh Jackman do all his own singing?'

'Yes, he does!' you yell. 'He's a great singer guys, no debate.'

'No cap!' added Hugh.

'Oh jesus,' you hide your face and laugh into it.

'What?' asked Hugh.

Eventually you moved onto peeling the next one. 'Does Hugh Jackman have tik-tok?'

You laugh too loudly. 'No, could you imagine if he did? I have to help him out with instagram for gods sake.'

'That's true, I do not know what the tik, nor the tok is,' said Hugh. 'Ok, last one on this board. Does Hugh Jackman do all his own stunts? No.' he threw the board.

'That was an easy answer,' you scoff. 'Do you want to tell us why?'

Hugh thought about it. 'No.'

'Alright then, my turn,' you said.

Hugh took the board before you could, not letting you hold it or do your own peeling. 'Alright, ready? Does Y/N do all her own stunts, aw, we're matching.'

You laugh. 'Um, I try to,' you answer. 'I try to, I really do but some are just too dangerous. Like I'm legally not allowed to jump from a building into a dumpster or walk away from an explosion.' You give Hugh a look, referencing that scene in Wolverine origins which he cringed at.

'Does Y/N write her own songs in The Greatest Showman? Can I answer this?' Hugh asked you.

You lean back. 'Only cause I know you're going to gush at me, so go ahead.'

Hugh got his answer ready. 'So when Y/N came on the project, it was only a half developed idea- if that. And I'd seen her at an Oscar's party and we started chatting and I asked if you were interested in this little project we were doing, you immediately came on board and started writing songs for this. I think, in total you wrote, what was it four- five?'

'Five I think,' you nod.

'Five of the greatest songs on that movie. Honestly, hearing it live and in the workshops was just, the best thing i've ever heard,' Hugh looked back at you, a loving smile on his lips.

You pout and rest your head on his shoulder. 'God that Pugh Ackman is a real nice guy.'

Hugh laughed and pecked your forehead. 'Does Y/N enjoy being in the avengers?'

'I do yeah,' you answer. 'I think there's like a lot of talk that when you stop playing a role you're supposed to come out and say you hated it, but I loved it. And I still love it. And I'll always love it.'

Hugh held up a hand. 'That being said. She would love being in the X-men more.' He waited for you to reply but you didn't and just stared at him. 'Ok, never mind. Anyway. Does Y/N drive?'

'Absolutely,' you nod. 'I've got the speeding tickets to prove it.'

'Ok, so these are your last boards,' said the lady behind the camera.

Hugh frowned. 'Oh, i'm having fun,' he said, taking his board.

You shrug. 'We'll just have to google ourselves at home more often.'

Hugh agreed and peeled the next ones, these questions beginning with 'Why'. 'Why Hugh Jackman, returned as Wolverine?'

'Good question, liar,' you said.

'Well, at first, you know, I wasn't going to, I really wasn't,' he spoke, looking to you as if cameras weren't pointing at you. 'But then this Ryan... Gosling guy? I think that's his name. He just kept asking and asking, turning up at my house, he got my number, I don't even know how-'

'Yeah, sorry about that,' you added.

Hugh laughed before carrying on. 'Eventually you know, he waved a bag of cash in my face and I knew, just to get him off my tale, I had to.'

'Yeah, that sounds like a Ryan Gosling move.'

'Why didn't Hugh Jackman win an Oscar?'

'Guys, that's mean,' you tell the camera.

'Thank you, interweb for reminding me I didn't win an Oscar,' said Hugh. 'Well, listen, when you find out you're up against Daniel-Day Lewis, you kinda know not to prepare a speech. And then when your publicist the next day calls and says yeah don't worry, you- you don't worry.'

'You were robbed for Logan,' you mused.

Hugh agreed with a chuckle. 'She's my number one fan. Why Hugh Jackman ran naked?'

You perked up. 'Hello, he what?'

The crew laugh at your excitement.

'It was for X-men two... well, I feel like every X-men movie I strip down,' said Hugh. 'Thinking about it.'

'Got to get that watch rate up,' you said.

'Yeah, exactly. So I did a scene in X-men two where I was running the corridor after just finding the metal in my body and the claws,' he explained, again only looking at you.

You nod, like it was the first time you were hearing the story. 'As you do.'

'And then I turn the corner and the entire crew of women are just there waving dollar bills and I, on reflex, went to cover myself you know and then I cut myself.'

You seethed in pain. 'And then you did it for Wolverine one and two and the next X-men movie,' you listed.

Hugh nodded. 'Then I never stopped.'

'Why would you?' you asked, raking your eyes up and down him and winking.

The last board up was yours.

'Ok, let's go,' said Hugh, scraping at the board. 'Why Y/N is famous?'

You laughed.

'Because she's fucking talented!' said Hugh, 'why wouldn't she be famous?'

You shrug. 'It was gonna happen one way or another. I became famous because I wanted money. And Hugh Jackman, one of them i've got, the other i'm still working on.'

Hugh grinned, wriggling his brows. 'Why did Y/N win an Oscar? Oh, you won one,' he joked, glaring at you as you laughed. 'Lucky you.'

You read the question again. 'I mean- that feels almost condescending you know like oh she won an Oscar, why?'

Hugh stared and pointed at the camera again, repeating himself. 'Because she's fucking talented! Why wouldn't she win an Oscar?'

'I won best actress for a movie called Room, which was very tough, very well written annnndddd I deserved it,' you shrug.

'Why did Y/N marry Hugh Jackman?' he gasped. 'You married him?'

'I have not yet, but I am engaged to Pugh Ackman, so um, please, feel free to send us gifts,' you say causing Hugh to drop the board and laugh. 'Um, I really need a new toasted and he likes watches.'

'Oh, he sounds like a nice guy,' said Hugh.

'He is, he's great.'

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gay-dorito-dust · 5 months ago

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omg im lovingggg ur deadpool & wolverine works😭 It's a little goofy, but I'd like to request maybe a reader with jason and dick watching the new deadpool movie and then getting jealous when reader goes absolutely bonkers st the scene when wolverine's shirt gets ripped apart! Thank you!

I probably did more then was asked of me, also Jason has autopsy scars in this because I said so.

Dick would get all pouty at the fact that you were on the cusp of ripping apart a the popcorn bucket with your bare hands, that or try and run into the movie screen, the very second Hugh Jackman’s wolverine’s shirt gets torn to reveal a toned torso and pecks that had dark hair beautifully emphasising the well earned muscles.

He looked like an absolute Greek god in the scene and you were ogling his muscles, pectorals and biceps shamelessly as if you didn’t have a man with the body and ass of a Greek god sat right next to you!

He’s got abs! He’s got them for days! You’ve seen them more times than he could count on his hand and yet you didn’t go absolutely ballistic at any of those times? Was it the body hair that did it for you? Or was it the fact that it was Hugh Fucking Jackman? Dick wasn’t sure but he couldn’t help but deepen his pout and cross his arms over his chest when the shirtless gimmick continued on for the next couple of minutes.

He kept looking down his own shirt and at his abs and smooth porcelain skin and pout. Did he seriously need to grow body hair to impress you? You’ve felt up his abs plenty of times before, he’s even guided your hands while doing so once! So why was it that High Jackman’s abs had gotten you so hot and bothered under the collar? He wanted answers!

You don’t notice his jealously until way later when you kept hearing him huff and puff, a clear sign that he was perturbed about something but don’t say so unless you ask him.

‘What’s wrong Dick.’ You asked.

‘Do I have to grow body hair for you to ogle at my abs and pecks now?’ Dick replies, looking at you with his big gorgeous eyes of his.

You almost wanted to burst out laughing then and there until you saw how serious Dick was and chose to smile instead as you held his face. ‘No, you don’t I love your body the way it is silly.’ You told him softly as your thumbs stroked his cheeks.

‘But you were ogling Hugh Jackman and his abs and his happy trail in the cinema a few minutes ago.’ Dick countered, deepening his pout and this time you couldn’t help but laugh, much to his dismay. ‘You act as though I don’t ogle over your abs and pecs Dick.’ You tell him and Dick huffs.

‘Well you don’t.’

‘Yes I do.’ You countered. ‘I ogle you in discreet ways that you are not privy to mr Grayson.’ You added with a smirk as Dick blinked once, twice, three times.

‘You…so I don’t have to grow body hair or..’ he trails off and you couldn’t help but kiss his lips multiple times before resting your head against his own. ‘No, you don’t have to grow body hair like Hugh Jackman and besides you’ve got one thing to hang over him.’

‘And what’s that?’ Dick asks.

You leaned into his ear and whispered. ‘Your flexibility, sweetheart. it’s hot and I mean that in more ways than one.’

All of a sudden Dick had completely forgotten what he has been upset about in the first place as he was quick to ravage you in passionate kisses and much more that night. Pressed into positions that tested your flexibility.

;)

Jason

Would respect the dedication that Hugh had as Wolverine but what he couldn’t get over was the tinge of jealousy he got when you were practically hanging off of the edge of your seat, looking about ready to lick the movie screen the moment Hugh’s abs were on full display on the big screen.

‘Seriously?’ He questions you but it was obvious you weren’t listening, all of your attention was solely on the glistening washboard abs and happy trail that was being presented to you that anything that wasn’t Hugh Jackman’s abs or happy trail wasn’t going to be acknowledged in the slightest.

Jason wasn’t ashamed of his body in the slightest, if anything he was proud of it and knew you liked his physique as well but it wasn’t your main attraction to him, or so you’ve lead him to believe with how throughly you were inspecting each individual ab as though it were your job. Jason was very aware of how attractive Hugh Jackman is and wasn’t phased that you liked him but the more he thought about it, the more insecure he grew of the scars that littered his torso from everything he’s ever been through.

You’ve seen them up close and personal and have done nothing but look at them with love and kindness as you kissed each one of them while whispering words of reassurance against his skin at the dead of night. However Jason can’t help but get into his one head sometimes about how you could do better or be with someone whose skin isn’t as marred with scars as his was.

After all scars were imperfections to some people but you’ve never made him feel anything but perfect and beautiful.

So for the rest of the movie Jason munched on his popcorn until there was nothing but kernels left over at the bottom, only to eat them too out of spite as you pouted when Wade handed Logan something to cover up his glorious display of pecs, abs, happy trail and body hair. Jason couldn’t help but feel accomplished by that, but kept silent as the remaining moments of the movie played out before him happily before it ended and you both went home.

‘Sad that you didn’t get to ogle at Hugh Jackman’s abs more baby bird?’ He asks.

‘A little but- wait,’ you looked at Jason and smiled before pointing at him with a look of realisation in your eyes, ‘you were jealous weren’t you?’

Jason’s eyes widened. ‘No! I wasn’t-‘

‘Yes you were because why would you mention that I was ogling Hugh Jackman’s abs if you weren’t jealous?’ You retorted as Jason felt himself being back up into a corner here, you had caught onto him slot quicker then he had assumed. So he sighed. ‘Yeah I might’ve been a little jealous when you were ogling his abs and pecs and shit.’ Jason admitted as he scratched the back of his head.

‘Why would you be?’ You asked softly this time as you moved to hold his hands, squeezing them.

‘I thought that you might prefer someone with…not as many scars as me…’ Jason trailed off quietly as you felt your heart break at the insinuation and quickly grasped at his face so he would be forced to look at you. ‘I would never! I love you and your scars with all my heart! I find them beautiful and would call them your constellations with the unique shapes and patterns they make on your skin!’ You tell him as you began planting kisses across his face in hopes of getting Jason to believe you.

‘I love your body the way it is because it’s so fucking beautiful,’ you planted a kiss on his lips, ‘just like you. I don’t need no Hugh Jackman when I got a jacked man right in front of me.’

Jason couldn’t help but laugh and pull you in close to his chest upon hearing your pun and scattered kisses across your face. ‘You did not just say sweetheart.’ He chuckled against your lips, his happiness restored within an instant.

‘Yes I did and I meant every bit of it.’ You replied cheekily and cheerily as you nuzzled yourself against Jason, running your hands up his shirt and tracing the familiar scars you knew where littered across his torso as though it were second nature, allowing your fingertips to kiss each bit of his skin with your own in appreciation of his body and soul.

‘You’re so cheesy you know that.’ Jason said softly against your head, closing his eyes as he felt your hands explore his torso in the most intimate way possible that wasn’t inherently sexual. He loved your hands on his skin, loved it so much that Jason would much rather spend hours in bed with you tracing and caressing his skin as though it were priceless.

‘I do but you love it too much.’ You replied as Jason held you closer to him.

‘Yeah. I love you and so much more.’ He says barely above a whisper, kissing your lips as your hands traced the autopsy scars on his chest with love, warmth and affection.

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bumpkinspice0 · 3 months ago

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No One Knows the Trouble, Honey, That We've Been Through 1/3

Logan Howlett/ Wolverine x Mutant!FemReader

Chapter Rating: Mature

Word Count: 6.2k

Summary: You're an X-Man... well, you used to be. You left years ago, and in the aftermath of an attack on X-Mansion, Charles has asked you back to help repair the damage to the estate. An easy job for an earthmover like yourself. Still, after years away from your old home, you feel like a stranger again. So much has changed and you're not sure where you fit in anymore. The newest X-Men member isn't helping your mood either. You're not sure where they found Logan, and you're still trying to figure out what to think of him. The mans barely said anything to you. He's not the typical stray Charles would take in, but then again, neither were you when he brought you here.

AN: Like everyone else, my Wolverine obsession has also re-awoken. So I made a quick little 3 part fic to cope with it. Let's see if I can rest now This leans into the movie-verse of the x-men (He's tall because Hugh Jackman is tall lol) but I think I wrote it in such a way that you can imagine it in whatever version of the x-men you like best. Warnings: Emotional baggage, fluff, angst, self-doubt, anger issues?, alcohol, getting drunk, flirting, Logan is drunk babysitter, this is a little corny but I don't care, eventual smut

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Part 2. Part 3

AO3 if you prefer to read there

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Stepping on the soil of the Xavier estate felt odd in a way you hadn’t anticipated, like standing on hallowed ground you’re unworthy of being on. Funny, years ago you only knew it as home. Now you’re just a stranger to the rocks beneath your feet. Still, Charles asked you back. He asked for your help.

The grounds around X-Mansion were unrecognizable.

They were decimated in this latest attack. Storm assured you all the children got out safely, thank god. The estate took all the damage. The house had been rebuilt but the surrounding lands were… rough. Ripped-up roots and protruding rocks where gardens and trees once stood. The walls of the mansion were now bare of its usual sprawling ivy, freshly reconstructed for probably the dozenth time in its life— another failed attack from another ignorant enemy.

You look at the destroyed earth around you, the real reason you were here. This is why he called you.

Soil, dirt, and rocks were where your powers lie. You could move the earth itself, sense the minerals beneath your feet, see the world around you through the touch of stone. Dozer your friends called you when you first came here— short for Bulldozer . You always hated it but it’s unfortunately the name that stuck. Now it’s just… part of you.

You weren’t the best student. You were angry when you came here at the ripe age of 13 after a rather unconventional childhood. Things were done to you you could never forgive. In a lot of ways, you were still angry. Used by the people you should have trusted most. Seen as less than human. A tool. A mutant.

And that’s when Charles found you.

The Professor took you in when he had no obligation to— and you fought every step of the way. You realize now it was your fear acting out rather than anger. Still, you were an X-Man… for a while. You thought you found your place. It was a good few years but you wanted more. You wanted to prove the world wrong. Be more than just a mutant. People always say a life well lived is always the best revenge. That’s what you wanted, a good life you forged for yourself despite the world's hatred towards you— and you left the X-Men behind to do it.

Once an x-man, always an x-man, Charles told you the day you left. Maybe some part of that was true, but you didn’t feel like an X-man anymore. It was your own fault, really.

Months and years rolled on and picking up the phone just got harder and harder. Dropping by to say hello started feeling intrusive. And eventually, it just became easier to do nothing at all.

You stopped trying, but so did they.

No, that’s not true. Jean tried. Storm tried. A letter or two every year. Missed calls that never got returned. You don’t know why you did it… or didn’t do it. Maybe you thought it would hurt less if you just tried to close the book on that chapter of your life. Be a new person. Something without the X-Men. They didn’t need you anyway.

Really, it was probably that same fear from your teen years rearing its ugly head. Still that afraid, angry little girl.

But Charles called, and you answered, and now you’re here. You’re here to help them get back up.

You became a landscaper when you went off to make a name for yourself. Dirt was all you understood, as sad as that sounds. Still, it was work that made you happy. Funny how you left because you didn’t want your mutation to define you.

Charles treated it professionally like any other client would. The man didn’t expect charity and agreed to your usual fee plus an extra 50% to redo the escape tunnels under the mansion.

I can’t pick my home up and move it, but I do my best to keep people guessing about its secrets, was Charles's reasoning.

It was a big job. It would take you 2 weeks at least. Hopefully finishing up just in time for the returning students. You’d already been here 3 days and the emotional exhaustion was getting to you more than anything.

There was no ‘bad blood’ here. You were welcomed back with a chorus of cheers and endless hugs. It was… nice. Really nice. You did miss it here, you missed your old friends. Still, you couldn’t shake this feeling of disassociation stirring in your stomach. Yes, this was your home— your friends— but you’d alienated yourself. They’ve been nothing but kind to you and you still feel like a stranger because you left. You left and stopped trying and you’re refusing to try even now.

Why was this all so scary?

You're reshaping the east garden beds when you feel eyes on you for the dozenth time today. You turn to see him standing there on the 4th-floor balcony, overlooking the decimated gardens.

Logan .

You only met him a few days ago. The newest member of the X-Men. The Wolverine. You’d heard rumors about him before. Tales of the rage, someone more animal than man. You’re amazed Charles took in someone like him, but then again he took you in too.

You’d said less than 3 words to each other since you returned. When Scott introduced you he only gave a curt nod and lurked back into whatever corner he was occupying.

You noticed he liked to stay on the sidelines. Silently occupy space without participating. He was always there when you turned around— like a shadow. He liked watching you work, you think. You could sense him lingering outside of the tunnel entrance you started in the basement the other day. This is the 4th time you’ve caught him lingering today.

You give him a casual flip of the bird. He retreats back inside as soon as your eyes connect with his.

Fucking creep.

“Dozer!” Storm’s voice pulls you from your unplanned staring contest.

She and Jean step down into the rocky pit that was slowly starting to resemble a 3 tiered garden. You’d been working on the tunnels below the house since you got here, this was your first day outside. Even an Earthmover needed sunlight every once in a while. You couldn’t punch out your slew of confusing feelings in a dark hole in the ground forever.

Of course they’d ambush you as soon as you stepped outside.

“We have a surprise for you,” Jean announces proudly.

“What— Why?” is all you manage to say.

Idiot.

“What do you mean why?” Storm doesn’t hesitate to grab your wrist and march you out of your pit. “Come on, it’s up at the garage.”

You let them drag you there, reminding yourself that these are your friends. The ones that kept trying to let you in and you’ve been an elusive bitch to since you got here.

Try. Just try a little. They want you here. They do.

You’re guided, presumably to the garage, by Storm while Jean diligently holds her hands in front of your eyes.

“Please tell me it’s a new car,” You joke trying to lighten the mood. “My truck’s getting old.”

“Pfft, we don’t have that much money,” Jean nudges you slightly before you all come to a halt. She removes her hands.

It’s not a car. It’s flowers.

They’re absolutely beautiful. Hundreds of them in nursery trays laid out in front of the garage doors. Young blossoms but still vibrant with rainbows of color.

Despite your connection with the Earth you never had power over plants, but felt a kinship with them in a way. Both beings that thrived in the dirt was your best guess as to why. You could sense them, feel them in your own way. Your dorm was a practical jungle when you lived here. Hell, your apartment today still was.

A closer glance at the small garden reveals something more.

“It’s all your favorites,” Storm confirms, reaching down between the rows, “The ones we could remember at least. You had so many.”

She pulls out a bouquet, a small collection of the surrounding flowers. They must have made it themselves. Ororo hands it to you, her smile warm but her eyes sad in a way.

“Guys, I…” you choke out, pushing back the stinging tears.

“Your thoughts are very loud,” Jean strokes your shoulder, “The gardens are yours. A reflection of you… for the rest of us. This is your home, you get to leave your mark on it.”

“We’re happy you’re back,” Storm joins Jean in front of you, “We’re happy you're home.”

Wordlessly, you collapse into the two of them. You’d make an ass out of yourself if you tried to talk right now anyway.

Of course Jean knew how you were feeling. Of course Storm probably had the idea for this corny grand gesture. Of course, they missed you. They’re your oldest friends. Your sisters.

You’re home. This is okay. It’s all going to be okay.

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The sun has nearly set when you hear the garage door open from a distance, a fight echoing from inside.

“Logan, be reasonable!” You recognize Scott’s aggravated voice.

“You’re a goddamn coward,” the wolverine growls back. Jean informed you this is a regular occurrence between the two of them. You’re not surprised. Logan seemed difficult, to say the least.

You’re halfway up to the garage before you realize what you’re doing. What are you doing? Are you really going to try to break up a flight or just get a better spot for eavesdropping? There’s the roar of a motorcycle engine before you have time to decide.

“ Logan! ” Scott shouts one last time before Logan peels out of the garage— right through the rows of your flowers that rested there.

“HEY!” you shout after him. It’s no use, of course. He doesn’t bother to stop, already past the front gate by the time you reach the driveway.

Scotts stands there alone at the edge of the garage, his hand on his visor… contemplating.

“You’d have one witness if you're thinking about murder,” you make your presence known as you crouch down amongst the now mangled corpses of your garden.

Asshole.

“Shit,” Scott's posture drops, almost embarrassed. His demeanor had changed so much from that young man you knew. The leader of the X-Men, he took himself so seriously now. It was cute in a way only Scott Summers could pull off.

“What an asshole,” you rescue a box of untouched daisies. At least some of it was salvageable.

“You have no idea,” Scott joins you, finding what flowers could be saved, “I’m sorry. He’s… difficult.”

“What were you fighting about?” you dare to ask, more to distract yourself than anything.

Scott hesitates before he answers.

“We were attacked by an offshoot of the Trask Institute. Extremists we didn’t even know existed. They came out of nowhere, and they’re still out there,” You see him scowl, silently scolding himself for not knowing more as a leader. He’d do the same thing in training.

The person who always put the most pressure on Scott was never The Professor. It was just Scott.

“Anyway,” he continues, “We don’t have an exact location, but Logan wants to hunt them down. Take ‘em out at the source, ya know?”

“And you don’t wanna do that?”

“We’ve taken enough hits right now.” He adds a bushel of ivy to your pile, “Best to wait until we have our feet back under us… or if they provoke us again.”

“Wouldn’t be good to be caught with your pants down again, though.” It’s not your place to question him anymore, but you do it anyway.

“We’re monitoring them. They’re not a treat right now,” he lets out a deep sigh, shoulders dropping, “But that’s not good enough for Logan. He doesn’t plan. Just wants to go in guns blazing.”

“Ah, wild-west style.”

“Like I said… he’s difficult .”

“That seems like a nice way of saying an absolute dick .” you attempt to lighten the mood and simultaneously quell the anger stirring in your stomach. He’d ruined your gift, your welcome home present— and he probably didn’t even notice.

“He is a dick. A big one,” Scott scoffs, gaze lingering over the vegetative carnage, “I’m sorry he did this because of me…”

“Acts of random dickishness are not your fault, Summers.”

Scott actually smiles at that one.

“Did you like it at least? The flowers? The girls were so excited about it. We all wanted you to… never mind. You– you get it.”

You look at the mismatched rescues you’ve already gathered in your hands. Thank god you still had the bouquet in your room at least.

“Yeah, Scott. I loved them.”

He gives a reassuring nod. Scott wasn’t much for words. That’s okay, you didn’t expect him to be. Yes, he’s the leader but there’s still so much of that quiet boy you see in him.

“Logan will probably be gone for the night. I’ll talk to him when he gets back. I’ll fix this, Doze.” Scott assures you, that leadership role dropping so easily into place. Charles made the right choice with him.

“That’s okay, Scott. I’ll take care of it myself.”

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Scott was right, Logan doesn’t come back until the following afternoon. You’re on the mansion's north side with Charles, showing him your layout plans, when you hear the roar of that stupid bike again.

“Sorry, Charles,” you quickly step away from your old mentor, “I have to handle something.”

“I hope you won’t be ruining my grounds even further while you handle this,” Charles tuts disapprovingly, completely aware of Logan’s transgressions from the previous night. Being psychic, he was no doubt also completely aware of just how angry you were. Jean did say your thoughts are loud after all. Still, he lets you go without another word.

This guy had been nothing but a creep to you since you got here, stacking more anxiety on top of your already overflowing insecurities. Strutting around like he owned the place. Looking at you like a piece of meat. You’d seen too many men like him in your life. He needs to be knocked down a peg.

“Hey!” You have his attention as soon as he kills the engine. He rolls his eyes as he lazily tilts his head in your direction.

“What, sweetheart?” his face is painted over with an arrogance that was just begging to be slapped off.

You’ll happily oblige.

Kicking your heel into the dirt you send a wave through the ground. A small pillar of rock shoots up under the bike. It falls under the sudden jolt, and so does Logan along with it. The shock on his face was already worth it.

“What the hell?!” He sneers as he crawls out from under the bike.

“Why don’t you watch where you're driving next time, asshole,” You dare to take a step forward. He scrambles to his feet, a metallic ring following the movements.

Ah, there they are— the infamous metal claws. Now these you’ve heard stories about.

“That is quite enough,” Charles rolls up behind you, “I will not have this boorish display of dominance on my property.”

To his credit, Logan is the first one to drop his defenses. He sheaths his claws with an irritated shrug.

“Don’t know what the hell I did for any of this crap,” He practically mumbles. You resist the urge to throw a pebble at his head.

“You wrecked my garden!” You can practically feel the ground vibrating in your anger.

Logan looks down at his feet, remnants of the flora he’d unknowingly destroyed still scattered across the dirt.

“Hell of a place for a garden, toots,” he scoffs, kicking at the now withered flowers, “What you want an apology, then?”

You kick another small wave towards him. He catches himself on the shaking ground this time, only giving a scowl your way.

“Enough!” Charles comes between you. “If you insist on behaving like children, then you will be treated like children.”

“He started it!” against your better judgment you mockingly point a finger at Logan. Charles only offers a disappointed shake of the head.

Once a student, always a student.

Charles addresses you first, “You have my permission to use school funds to purchase more garden supplies, and I apologize on behalf of my newest pupil since he seems to be incapable of doing it himself. They were a gift after all,” he turns to Logan, “And you will take her to get them.”

“No.”

“Absolutely not.”

Both you and Logan protest at the same time.

“If you insist on protesting then I’d like to remind you I can always make you do it in different ways,” It’s an empty threat, of course. One of his favorite tactics to use. You remember him making the same kind to you when you were a student. He sighs before making his way back inside the mansion, “I will not have more petty rivalries in this house at a time like this. See it done… Today.”

You’re left alone together, both staring down at your feet like scolded children. Well into your adulthood you’re still finding ways to disappoint Charles Xavier. You’re ashamed you let your anger get the better of you again. You thought you were past this. Better than this.

Logan may have been an ass, but he was an X-man too. A friend of your friends. You didn’t even give him a chance to fix this before you came barreling in fists first. Still, you don’t really regret it either…

Fine.

With a deep sigh, you’re the first to concede.

“I have a truck.”

Logan hesitates for a moment before finally looking you in the eye.

“I’ll drive.”

“Absolutely not.”

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The drive to the Westchester Greenhouse was tense and completely silent. Now he’s following three paces behind you like a giant angry shadow. The sweet grandmas perusing the hydrangeas take one look at him looming behind you and change rows. It’s hilarious if you're being honest. You’d cooled down over the drive, you’re not entirely sure he has. Every step he takes is tense, you can feel it through the damp concrete floor.

You wonder if he’s aware of how intimidating he is. He has to be. That or he truly didn’t care. From what little you knew about this man it’s probably a bit of both.

“I don’t get why we’re here,” his gruff voice surprises you, “Can’t you just… grow more?”

“I can’t grow things,” you respond, placing a tray of tiger lilies in your cart, “Just move dirt.”

He hums and looks away in response. This was getting painful. If Charles insisted on sending you both out on this stupid little team-building exercise then you might as well try a little… for Charles.

“I can’t grow plants but I can… feel them.” You continue.

To your surprise, he actually responds. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Maybe ‘ I can kinda talk to pants’ isn’t the best icebreaker topic but it’s a start. You look around rows of greenery, your attention landing on a crudely drawn sign that reads ‘ Man-Eating Plants. ’ Perfect. Most basic nurseries never knew how to take care of carnivorous plants properly.

“Here I’ll show you,” you walk over to the small section of venus fly traps. Your suspicions were correct. Brown-tipped leaves and shriveled black heads could be spotted on nearly every plant. They’d repotted them in all-purpose soil without a second thought.

“Don’t tell me you can talk to them.” Logan comes to stand next to you.

“No, nothing like that. But look,” you point at the crisping leaves of one plant. “They’re over-fertilized. They get their nutrients from bugs, not the soil. They’re roots don’t like what’s in the dirt and I can… feel that. So then I talk to the dirt.”

Logan raises an amused brow. You’re not entirely sure if it’s mocking or genuinely curious.

“So whaddya do ‘bout that?” he probes.

Curious it is. You take a quick glance around, making sure no one is close enough to see. Thankfully the massive scary man at your side and some towering majesty palms are enough cover for you.

“We take out what they don’t like in the soil. And what’s soil and fertilizer but some specific minerals.”

You’d first gotten the idea when you’d heard Magneto could rip iron directly out of people's blood. If his powers could be so precise, why not yours? It took years to master. You practiced by dumping table salt on the yard and trying to only summon the granules to your hands.

Same concept here.

You hold your hand over the small carnivorous beasts, feeling the small pellets of fertilizer mixed into their soil. You can feel the specific minerals and separate them out. Steadily, tiny pellets hovered out of each pot in neat rows and gathered above your hand. Once gathered you clench your open palm into a fist, the pellets gathering into one solid rock the size of a golf ball.

“There,” the mineral-dense rock drops into your hand, “Come back in a month and I guarantee these guys will be doing better.”

“Oh, I’m never coming back here,” despite the bitterness of his words, Logan says them with a smile. He’s teasing you.

“Well then,” you turn to him and place the rock in his jacket’s breast pocket, “There, a little souvenir to remember your forced trip to the greenhouse for being a jerk.”

You’re walking back to the cart before he has a chance to respond. The air feels lighter between the two of you now. You don’t like that you had to be the bigger person when he’s clearly been the one in the wrong but… it’s something, you guess.

Your little demonstration reminds you that you need better-treated soil if you’re going to make these gardens work. The ground around the mansion was fine but they needed something ritcher to give the plants a good head start. You could mix the soil yourself from around the area but it was infinitely easier to get already prepared bags of it here. Just a few for the topsoil should be fine. Charles said this was all on him, after all.

You stop in front of the stacked bags of various soil mixes. You reach for the general outdoor plant mix. Logan’s hand beats yours to the fuschia pink labeled bag, pulling it off the stack and tossing it over his shoulder.

“How many?” he asks, emotionless.

“Uh… let’s start with five?”

He grabs two more and effortlessly stacks them on his shoulder. He holds the other two in his free hand. He stands there holding over a hundred pounds of dirt like it’s nothing.

“Okay, what next?”

The sun is starting to set when you make your way back to the manor. The air between the two of you is decidedly less tense but it’s still painfully silent. There was… progress made. You didn’t hate him anymore and hopefully he would treat your property with more care from now on. He tried, in the only way stoic men like him can. Not with words, but with small actions. Carrying bags of dirt for hours, shooing you away from loading the truck and doing it all himself, opening the car door for you. For some reason actually saying ‘sorry’ was always so much harder than just showing you he was sorry.

You got it. Your father and brothers were the same. You wonder if he was a military man too.

That doesn’t change the fact that you hadn’t apologized either. Yes, he’d wrong you first, but you provoked him without warning. Actions instead of just talking like an adult. Yeah, actions were always easy for people like you.

And in your own fucked up little way, you’d made him the subject of your anxieties. He was new here, you’d made yourself an outcast. They all clearly adored him despite his rugged nature. Charles so clearly wanted to help this man who was too skittish to be helped. It reminded you of someone else…

You could extend the metaphorical olive branch. Offer something that resembled friendship. That’s why Charles sent you out here, but you’re going to do it your own way.

Somewhere that holds a lot of memories is coming up on the right, and you could use a drink. The sudden turn off the road jolts Logan from his empty gazing out the window.

“Jesus Christ, woman!” He reaches for the center console, shooting you a glare. You hold back a smile, “This isn’t the way back to the school.”

“We’re not going back to the school,” You pull into an all too familiar parking lot, a red neon sign already lit up reading ‘Stevie’s Bar ‘n’ Grill’ illuminates the windshield. You’d snuck over here at least a dozen times when you were in school.

“Let me buy you a drink.”

“What?” He smirks with a raise of the eyebrow. He does that a lot, you've noticed.

“Look, I—” You take a breath and shift the car into park. You can do this, it’s just words, “I wasn’t fair. You did a shitty thing, yeah, but you didn’t know. And I came at you with no explanation.”

“I’m used to it.” He shrugs jokingly, trying to lighten the mood you’ve suddenly soured. It works. You smile.

“It’s… weird. Being back,” you’re grip on the wheel tightens ever so slightly in an attempt to ground yourself, “I don’t expect you to understand this, but it’s weird coming back to a place you called home and feeling like a stranger. Despite everything your friends are saying, you just feel wrong there. I tried to take my insecurities out on you Logan. I’m sorry.”

The bloated silence that settles between the two of you doesn’t help, but you can’t blame him. What was he supposed to say after you just bared part of your soul? You’re not expecting an apology but it hurts a little when he hops out of the truck. You’re about to yell after him when he rounds the front and comes to your door. He opens it and leans in closer than you’d like.

“How about I buy you a drink then?” There’s that stupid smirk of his again, “You said it yourself, I did a shitty thing. You drug me out here to clean up my mess, wrecked your little welcome home present Jean wouldn’t shut up about. I owe you a drink, toots.”

He leans in a little closer. You can smell the cigar smoke on him, probably embedded into his clothes at this point. It’s not an apology. Not really.

It’s an olive branch.

__________

It’s exactly the same. Old country on the jukebox, dirty floors, old tattooed lady bartenders that wouldn’t hesitate to knock someone out if they tried something. Funny how little hole-in-the-wall places like this never change. You’re grateful for it.

You and Logan huddled into the farthest booth in the corner away from the commotion. His beer’s already half gone by the time you’re on your second sip. Somehow you’re not surprised.

“How the hell did Charles get stuck with you?” You laugh as he wipes away the suds from his stubble.

“Funny, I could ask you the same.”

You playfully kick him under the table and he thankfully laughs it off. He had a nice smile… you suppose.

“He drug me in kicking and screaming,” You take another sip, glancing at the kitchen door in hopes the fries you ordered were coming. Logan leans forward, waiting for you to continue. “I… ran away from my birth family. Was on the streets for probably six months before he found me. I was thirteen.”

“That’s the most boring way to tell a probably good story I’ve ever heard,” He says before taking another gulp.

“Oh, please tell me your life story then, Mr. Wolverine.” You cross your arms.

“Oh, we’d be here a while, Darlin’.”

Well… if he was asking about you.

“I was born in Guam… I think. We moved almost every year. Mom died before I even had memories. Was brought up by a Colonel in the army and two brothers.”

“Military brat. Should have guessed.” You kick him under the table again, “Explains the temper too I guess.”

“Well, a military upbringing with a bunch of boys’ll do that.”

When was the last time you told someone about your life? And why was it so easy to tell him? He holds your gaze for a moment and you feel your cheeks heat.

“Why’d you run away then?” He asks.

“Oh, you’re gonna need a lot more alcohol in me for that, fella.” you skillfully evade the question. Maybe it wasn’t so easy to tell him everything .

“That can be arranged,” waves at the waitress, signaling for another round. You look at his practically empty mug and you're still practically full one— and still no fries. God help you.

“Your turn,” you prompt him, “Tell me something about you.”

His posture tenses.

“Not much to tell, sweetheart.”

“Where were you born?”

“Don’t remember.”

“Okay, where’d you grow up?”

“Same answer.”

“Did you—”

“Look,” he cuts you off, the wrinkles in his forehead deepening, “Like I said, it’s a long story… but I’m missing a lot of details. It’s not worth listening to, I promise.”

You suddenly feel bad for snooping so much. He had a boundary, and that was fine. Just because you were so keen on sharing doesn’t mean he has to be.

The waitress delivers your next round along with a greasy basket of fries. Logan is the first to reach for one.

“You said Chuck drug you in kicking and screaming?” His eyes soften again, “I guess he did with me too.”

He’s trying to be friendly. Trying to be a little gentler.

“Oh?” you gently prod him to continue.

“I’m not…” he runs his hand through his pointed hair, “I wasn’t a good man… the parts I can remember. And Chuck gave me a chance. I don’t like it all the time… bein’ somewhere I don’t belong. I run. It’s what I do. But they keep havin’ me back. So… I get it.”

You suspect he hasn’t told anyone this, but he’s saying it to you. He chose you to trust for some reason. Your heart clenches.

You thumb at the handle of your still mostly full beer next to another waiting one, unsure of how to continue. You both started with the heavy shit, so there was only one way to go now. You came here to clear the air… but you also came here to drink. You take the mug and raise it to Logan.

“To the class fuck ups then.”

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In retrospect, it probably wasn’t the best idea to buy you six drinks on a practically empty stomach. To be fair, you didn’t admit that you’d skipped lunch until drink four and by then the fries were gone and the kitchen was closed. Half a basket of fries wasn't a good substitute dinner, it turns out. Not so much a lightweight as just an idiot, but everyone’s a lightweight compared to Logan. Perk of a healing factor is he can sober up pretty damn quick when he needs to. Practically had to wrestle the keys out of your hands while you were stumbling your way back to the truck.

Cute how you thought you could put up a fight. He carried you the rest of the way to the truck, you giggling the whole way. Funny how he didn’t really mind either.

So used to drinking alone, he’d forgotten what it was like to do it with someone else. All the comradery that came with it and a few sloppy games of pool too. Kurt wasn’t much for booze, unfortunately. Hank, Jean, and Storm were always too damn busy to relax, and Scott… like hell he’d have a drink with Scott.

But this was all your idea. You brought him to a shitty bar, shared a little bit yourself with him and now he was driving you home while you poorly slurred along with whatever was playing on the radio.

And he didn’t mind one bit.

He didn’t know what to make of you when you first came. They all talked about you with such admiration whenever your name came up… which was all the damn time. You were quiet, skittish almost. Kept your nose down and got to work immediately.

He recognized what you were doing right away.

Logan understood what it was like to be part of something and feel like a stranger. Hell, that’s all he’d ever been. Just someone passing through until the X-Men. He’s still learning how to do it. Be part of something. He meant it when he said he wasn’t a good man, but he’s a better man than he was. He wouldn’t have that without Charles.

And here you come, someone who had it all and left it behind just to try to be normal out in the world. The one thing people like you could never be. Yeah, he really got it.

You admitted you were an angry kid in your drunken ramblings. He has a hard time picturing you that way— a little rebel. You shied away from talking more about personal things. Your family and whatever the hell else that past life entailed. He didn’t pry, didn’t want to make you more uncomfortable than he already had. Instead, the conversation drifted into one of those that’s about everything and nothing at all. Just sharing drinks with a friend kind of conversation.

He liked it… having someone to talk to.

You’re finishing up belting Bohemian Raposesty when he finally pulls into the driveway of the mansion.

“Shows over, rockstar,” he announces as he kills the engine.

“Boooo!” You weakly protest as soon as the radio dies, “Killjoy!”

“That’s me,” he grumbles, getting out and walking over to your door. You slump out of the seat as soon as he opens it, “Come on, princess.”

You’re slumped over, curled up into the flannel he offered as a blanket. He pulls you into his arms, deciding it’d be easier to just carry you straight to bed rather than herd you up the steps. God he hopes everyone’s gone to bed by now, otherwise he’s probably going to get an earful for getting their precious darling drunk.

“You’re like the firemen… in those calendars…” you slur as he pushes through the front door, “Or a lumberjack. With those chops, you have to be a lumberjack.”

He holds back a laugh at your girlish ramblings. To his relief, no one is in the foyer. He quickly hikes up the stairs, squirming drunk girl in hand. You were already dozing off by the time he reached the top of the stairs.

Thank god.

“Whoa, deja vu,” you rub your hands down your face, “I feel like 'm 16 again. We did this all the time back ‘n the day.”

“Yeah? Who carried you to bed then?” your door is in sight.

“The Professor.” you jokingly wheeze out without hesitation. “Guy loves his brandy.”

“Mmm, I’m sure,” Logan scoots past your door, careful of your head. He lays you down on the bed gently, you don’t protest. He carefully unlaces your shoes while you squirm into the covers.

“Y’know, yer nicer than I thought you’d be.” You can’t even keep your eyes open now.

“That right?” Logan smiles to himself as he pulls one sneaker off.

“Mmhmm,” you nod, nuzzling your head into the pillow, “Funny, I thought the Wolverine would be so scary.”

He cringes a little at your words. He won’t hold them against you, not in this state.

“I’m very scary.”

You blow a raspberry before continuing, “No yer not! You're just a guy. A hunky, lumberjack guy who hates flowers.”

“I don’t hate flowers.”

“Right… just my flowers.”

“Yeah, just your flowers,” he pulls off the other shoe. Your feet immediately shoot up into the covers. He smooths a comforting hand over your hip. It makes him happier than it should when you don’t flinch away.

“You need anything else, darlin’?”

“Stop doin’ that,” You groan into the pillow.

“Stop what?”

“Makin’ me blush with your dumb pet names.” You admit, “Stop it.”

He smiles to himself, a familiar warm feeling rising in his stomach. He’ll leave you be for tonight. Best to wait until you're sober to ask what you mean by that anyway, if only to watch you blush a little more.

“I’ll leave you be then,” he almost feels regret when he stands off of the bed. Almost. You were drunk. Tired. There was nothing more to be said tonight.

He drags your empty trash can over to the side of the bed, just in case, and fills a glass of water for you too.

“I had fun tonight,” He says before walking towards the door. Your voice makes him pause.

“Logan?” you call out like a scolded child.

“Yeah?”

“You don’t actually hate my flowers, do you?”

“No, darlin’. I don’t hate your flowers.”

He makes sure to turn off the light and close the door behind him.

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monimccoythings · 5 months ago

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Hello, Neighbor (C!Wolverine x reader)

I'm so sorry, as much as I adore Hugh Jackman the second I saw that Wolverine something inside me broke and I went feral. I needed to do this. I just love mutual pinning. I'm not specifying which Wolverine because it's a small spoiler (not entirely plot relevant!) but I think we all know who I'm talking about.

Slight NSFW themes, nothing big

X- You usually find him working on his motorbike in the garage below your shitty apartment complex, a cigar in his mouth, and dressed in a thin white tank top that clung to his sweaty and impossibly muscled body like a second skin.

X-Not gonna lie, since the very first moment you laid eyes on your new neighbor you have had the hots for him. Who wouldn't??

X-He was the quiet type. Reserved, with a permanent scowl that seemed to drive away anyone who crossed his path. You understood, maybe he valued his privacy. But that didn't mean you weren't going to be as kind as you could everytime you two met.

X-Easier said than done. It was hard to form a coherent thought let alone two sentences when he was in front of you in a leather jacket whose seams were about to burst from the inmense pressure his bulging biceps were submitting them.

X-You saw the corner of his mouth twitch upwards at your antics. Gosh, now he must think you're an idiot. Why wouldn't earth swallow you up once and for all and end your misery??

X-Still, no matter how much you embarrassed yourself you still came for more. Even if it left your heart nearly bursting out of your chest and your insides twisted in knots. It was all worth it just to see his frown loosen.

X-One day, he even dared to show a small smile. And you, being the current monarch of kindness and stupidity, thought it would be a great idea to tell mr. 'dark and broody' that he had a nice smile. He immediately tensed and mumbled some excuse to quickly retreat to his apartment, leaving you alone in a hall that stank of mold and booze.

X- As you dejectedly made your way towards the apartment, you mentally kicked yourself for stepping over his limits. Who were you kidding? That man could have a supermodel every night if he wanted to, of course he wouldn't have any interest in you. He was just being polite. And now you have ruined it. Way to go, Y/N.

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X- Fuck. Shit. God fucking damnit. What was that? One compliment and he already turns into a fucking lovesick mutt. He needed a fucking drink.

X- The cold bitter taste of the beer, helped cool the burning fire inside him. He shouldn't have allowed it to go that far. Not with you.

X- He could argue that he barely knew you at all and he had to be careful, but he would be a lying bastard, wouldn't he?

X- When he saw you for the first time, absentmindedly looking through your mail, the animal inside him riled against the bars of his cage, demanding to consume you and possess you. It was overwhelming.

X- He had memorized everything about you: your routine, the music you liked based on what his sensitive ears heard, the way the corner of your eyes crumpled when you smiled, your scent, the sound of your voice, your dressing patterns...

X- He knew each time you went out and each time you brought a man with you. He hated every single one of them, he watched from afar with clenched fists and foam in the corners of his mouth, and desired nothing more than to rip those men to shreds with his claws.

X- He knew when you touched yourself, how poignant and musky your scent became, nearly driving him insane. How husky and soft your voice sounded when you moaned. Sometimes he found himself wishing it was his name you were calling in short breaths, sometimes he wished he was the one making you sigh in pleasure.

X- He was a dangerous man, unstable, full of rage and trauma, with many enemies who would do anything to get back at him. And besides, he was still hurting over Jean, he doubted he could open his heart to anybody else that wasn't that redhead. It was better this way.

X- So he vented his frustrations in alcohol, one night stands and bar fights. Claws unfolding when the treacherous thought of your delicate face came to mind. He had given you thousands of reasons to turn away from him, like the others.

X- Yet, there you were... Always with a smile, always with a nice word for him. If only you knew what he was, what he did, would you run away from him?

X- He couldn't afford this. This couldn't be for him, the closer you got the more dangerous it would be. This itch inside him that wouldn't let you go entirely was urging him to go across the hall and pound on your door until there were no more barriers between you two.

X-However, he knew, that the second he set foot on that corridor, all of his self control and restrain would be thrown out of the window. Even so, he still opened the door of his apartment.

#wolverine #wolverine x reader #deadpool and wolverine #james logan howlett #logan #logan x reader #logan x men #logan howlett #had to write this in less than 30 minutes #the urge was too strong #x reader

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twilightkitkat · 2 months ago

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OOOHHH I HAVE A GOOD QUESTION

How do you picture Deadpool and Wolverine? By this I mean do you see them pretty much identical to hell they are in the movies. Ie the same height, build , and everything? Or do you picture them more like their comic counterparts somewhere in between?

I guess Laura is well

I guess my little example is I see Deadpool with his comic build because I think it makes him scarier while I don't really have a preference on Wolverine. However I refuse to hear that Wolverine doesn't have fangs and I don't know why they didn't give Hugh them.

Hmmmm this is hard.

I feel like I mainly picture them as the movie versions, but with a few nods to previous versions? I also envision Wolverine with fangs and more animalistic features, but I mainly see him as Hugh Jackman. I really like the idea of Wade making fun of Logan and calling him a "short king" despite them... literally being the same height. And when he's asked, he just replies that he's being comic-accurate and that Logan's short in spirit.

As for Deadpool, I mentally picture him as some weird amygdalation of Ryan Reynolds and the fanart I consume. With his mask on, it's fairly consistent. Without the mask, it somewhat varies based on the scene I have in my mind.

I like the idea of a normal "superhero" build Wade who isn't necessarily lanky or lean muscle, but a good balance of lean and bulky. He works out too much to be super skinny but if he didn't, he'd be bony as hell. I don't really see him as the lean muscle build because that's more Spiderman in my eyes and Wade relies more on strength.

As for Logan, I envision him as more stocky. He isn't lean at all, he's sturdy and muscular and hairy. When he finally starts eating, he puts on a small layer of fat, but he's still like 90% muscle. Just now with some padding (rip Hugh Jackman's abs). Wade would 100% try to convince Logan to carry him around because Logan's the strong guy and he's just a petite little princess in comparison!! Logan shockingly entertains this and lets him piggyback on him or carries him around bridal style until Wade says something absolutely insane which causes Logan to drop him.

Laura isn't nearly as sturdy as Logan. She goes more for technical skills than outright brute strength. She's more of the lean muscle type but I headcanon that she'd build up more muscle over time. She'd be like those girls who look normal and somewhat lean and then she flexes her muscles and what the fuck why is she bigger than me. She mainly uses "the element" of surprise to her advantage considering she's a teenage girl so nobody really suspects her.

#kitkat #deadpool 3 #deadpool and wolverine #logan howlett #wade wilson #deadpool movie #wade x logan #wade/logan #poolverine #deadclaws #asks

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writing-whump · 6 months ago

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Sol, I have an idea, but its a bit detailed, so feel free to ignore this!

How about a little inversion and now it's Sel sick around Isaiah's family? Maybe Sel/Zaya went out for a movie and Hex/Arnie are also there (let's be real, Hex is stalking his older brother) and Isaiah is none the wiser and asks if they want to just sit together. Cut to Seline really not feeling so hot in the movie theater, but she's sitting between his brothers and would rather DIE than own up to it.

A Day at the Movies

Seline didn't particularly want to go to the cinema. Like, she was always for a cinema on principle, but there weren't any movies that caught her attention.

Besides, lately they had so much going on that they didn't have time for their movie tradition on Wednesdays and she didn't go home for two weekends because of Rip and Dylan and she still had like two essays to hand in...

But Isaiah insisted that since Rip and Dylan were officially out of the apartment, they should celebrate. Matthew smoothly excused himself from any movie date activities to go for a run in a drizzly weather.

And it wasn't a bad idea to have an official little date, just the two of them.

Seline didn't really notice with the stress and tension of caring for someone at home so intensely, but there was one thing that was definitely late.

By all means, she shouldn't have been apprehensive about the calander like right now, but forgot she should have been like two weeks ago.

So when her belly started to feel tight and her back was kind of achy as they went to get lunch and strolled around the shopping center by the Danube River, she missed the signs.

She should have known, when every child and dog they came across was making her tear up from sheer cuteness. If she knew, she would have insisted on going on sooner. First three days were always the worst, and the day before the start just a shade better.

But Isaiah was all relaxed. It was quite easy to get lost in his hold on her hand and his smiles. For once there was no role and no shadow to play and no pack to think about. She could see him unraveling into a completely different side.

They talked about movies and directions, then about her essay about dating apps changing values in society or not, then about his essay about what reading interests said about a person psychological well-being in different phases of life...

Didn't have so much time in a long time.

Seline squeezed his hand. Isaiah startled, but then kept talking, squeezing it back. This way, they squeezed their way to the cinema.

Isaiah bought the tickets, acting all puff and gentlemanly about it. Seline found it so adorable, she let him.

Newest thing playing wad Deadpool & Wolverine. Isaiah and Matthew had fun with the Deadpool series, but she successfully avoided it because of the high profanity. It scared her off enough in the trailers already.

But Wolverine was an X-men legend from her teenhood and Hugh Jackman back in his legendary role? Yep, that was worth a try on the big screen.

Isaiah was just frowning at popcorn and cola menu — too unhealthy for his tastes — when familiar figures appeared on top of the escalator.

"Oh," she said in shock as Hector and Arnie came up right in front of them.

"Oh and hey," Arnie said, big green eyes wide. "You going to see the premiere too?"

Isaiah turned around as well. "Premiere today? It's like 2 pm."

"It's the first day they are playing, so it's a premiere day," Arnie insisted.

Seline couldn't help noticing how both he and Hector basically lit up at the sight of Isaiah, though Hector was looking away and scowling. As if he could pretend that was his natural expression.

"They are playing it all day. What a coincidence you picked the same time as us," Seline said in a sweetly tone.

The comment earned her a suspiciously innocent look from Arnie and an angry huff from Hector. "You have a problem with that?"

"No, of course not," Seline said quickly with a snort.

Hector glared at her. "What, everything has to be like you want all the time? All bossy with him?"

Seline blinked, surprised by the out of nowhere attack.

"Hmm?" Isaiah lifted a quizzical eyebrow at them, not catching what the problem was about.

"What seats do you have?" Arnie interrupted quickly. "We could buy ours nearby." The youngest was eagerlystanding up on his toes to peek into Isaiah's hands.

"Don't think that's necessary," Seline said, still reeling a little at not having a response. Did Hector react like that when called out? "The theater is basically empty right now. Everything green for the big premiere."

Isaiah rolled his eyes, draping an arm around her at that, completely oblivious. "Don't judge until you see it."

"Oh, I'm very judgemental about this," Seline assured him and he laughed.

Hector and Arnie followed after them like chained. So much for a date for two.

On the other hand, maybe it would do them some good to be together? Sometimes it felt like Isaiah lived in several different worlds that never crossed each other. It would be good to integrate them more into the one he shared with her.

Not that there were many bonding opportunities in a cinema.

Aside the cuddling and hand-holding that was positively ruined, because Hector and Arnie sat right next to them. Isaiah was in the middle like a person they were all guarding, but Hector's presence was still so close.

He didn't have the same kind of sleek overwhelming aura, but the blond wolf radiated power alright. Something magnetic that made you look at him, something that wouldn't allow you to pass by without noticing him.

Where Isaiah was a looming presence in the shadows, scary in a distance kind of someone-is-watching-me-way until he stepped out, Hector was always in center. And he didn't need to say a word to do it.

Arnie was...surprisingly nowhere. She couldn't feel him at all, as they sat in the seats and waited for the lights go out.

Isaiah was diligently trying for some kind of small talk. He never bothered with that with her, but he was always different, when they were alone. Count other people into the mix and he changed colours like a chameleon. Trying to get along with everyone.

No, not trying. He could actually do it. Mirror anyone's interests, put the most quiet person in the room into focus and make them open up.

Right now he was coaxing up grumbly answers out of Hector and chirpy monologues out of Arnie.

Was the kid's lack of presence caused by his brothers overshadowing him with their own? Was it that she spend the last two weeks in a witch mode, reaching for her magic, her senses, to reach towards Rip, the apartment, that she felt the wolves, but not the human?

Was it a quality specific to him?

Well, maybe she would find out things from the cinema after all.

Trailers and ads started playing. Isaiah got quickly invested in the upcoming movies, leaning over her ear whenever he saw something he absolutely needed to see with her.

To her surprise, he did a similar thing to Hector and Arnie too, pointing out movies and directions they would surely like. Not as often as to her, but still.

It was sweet, like a little project of his. Seline wouldn't have guessed movies were something he could bond over with them too.

As the trailers got replaced with specific product ads, Seline's stomach gave an angry twist that had her frowning.

Her lower belly was tight and coiled, and there was this familiar pressure and a flash of hotness. She was sweating, although the cinema AC was blasting her in the face.

Did they eat something off? No way, they had salads and the meat tasted good. And they had the same thing and Isaiah was fine.

Something she ate on her own? They were on the same diet for the past weeks, not coming out of the house.

What was this supposed to mean?

The angry gurgly twist had her tentatively playing a hand on her stomach. It was sort of bloated under her dress, she didn't actually notice right after lunch...

Another, more familiar sensation creeper up a bit lower and the realisation hit her. Ah, that.

Okay, no panick. She just needed to get to a bathroom, she had pads in her handbag, she even had painkillers for the cramps, it was fine...

It would be fine, if she didn't have to go through freaking everyone starting Isaiah, Hector and Arnie to get out. She could just go from the other end, but then she would have to walk right in front of the screen everyone was watching to get to the exit.

Who went to the bathroom five minutes after the movie started?

Maybe she could still say she forgot to go before the movie. But that was still emberassing as hell.

She could slip out through one of the lower rows, then she wouldn't be so noticeable.

Seline gathered her nerve through the whole opening sequence, but the growing urgency to get to safety as her belly turned with vicious cramps had her on her toes. She couldn't concentrate on the movie at all.

She gave Isaiah's hand a squeeze, alerting him she would be back in a bit and creeped out of the cinema, feeling like a very badly trained thief.

Everything secured in the bathroom with no proofs or accidents brought her some relief. Unfortunately, the cramps really didn't, only growing in intensity.

She hated the first day. Everything hurt, her stomach, her back, her skin felt all flushed and sensitive. She wanted to go home, take a long overwarm bath and then curl up in her bed with a heating pad and watch her favourite movies. Not go back to those cold cinema seats, trying to keep herself from hunching over from the cramps she couldn't even soothe with a warm touch.

Did Hector and Arnie really have to show up today of all days?

If it was just Isaiah she could probably ask him to go home with her. Maybe. Probably. She didn't want to admit something like this was enough to get to her, she was supposed to handle this properly and womanly and all that, right?

As emberassing as that would be, she wouldn't mind asking him or making an excuse about not feeling well — which wasn't a lie — if his damn brothers weren't sitting right next to him!

Seline curled up on the floor in the stall, drawing her knees to her. Her eyes burned from her dilemma, which she knew from experience was not a adequate or real reaction, just hormones blowing up something tiny out of proportions.

Didn't help with feeling utterly pathetic. The clock ticked viciously by. Her phone was vibrating with asking messages if she was alright.

If she didn't come up with an excuse soon, she could as well be seconf-handly emberassed from not returning from the bathroom for too long.

What if she just went home?

Yeah, but that would have Isaiah shooting up and abandoning the movie and making a fuss, and that was what she didn't need at all right now. Or him looking too much into what was wrong or being all helpful and open in front of Hector and Arnie.

Geez, geez, she sure was making a big deal out of nothing, wasn't she?

Seline curled up back around her belly, forehead against her knees. She took paralen against the cramping, although she preferred not to go for medication every month, that was unhealthy. But emergency situations...not that it helped. It didn't even take the edge of it, simply that bad this month.

She wanted her herbal tea and her drops and her fucking bed, thank you. How could anyone expect her to walk witn this kind of pain?

And why did no one come up with something more effective for a problem concerning 50% of humanity, Jesus Christ?

If that wasn't enough, she also felt a tinge of nausea joining the chorus of her problems.

That one was rare. Usually just when she was stressed out - ah, that made sense, then.

After another message from Isaiah, she decided on her answer. Don't like the movie, but enjoy yourselves, guys. I'm gonna stop by the bookstore.

That was a believable excuse. Isaiah knew she couldn't be left in a bookstore unsupervised, if she wasn't to lose herself there for a couple of hours.

Worries settled, she finally unglued herself from the bathroom floor. Splashing some water on her face felt nice, but it didn't really help with the weird splotchy redness.

Seline kept her hands wrapped around her belly, dreading to come out the empty bathrooms and having to let go in the hall.

Slowly, she pushed the heavy door open. Where would she go? Actually to the bookstore? Hide away in a coffee house out of sight? It all sounded terrible.

"So this is where you went."

Seline jumped at the voice right next to her, hand shooting up to her chest. "A-Arnie?"

Youngest Wolfson stood with his arms crossed against the wall right on the crossroad between the public toilets.

"What—what are you doing here?"

Arnie shrugged. "I thought you looked funny, when you left. When you weren't answering for so long I figured something was wrong."

That surprised her. She didn't think she was such a bad actress and Arnie didn't know her all that much to see through her.

"I'm good with people emotions. Not with people, mind you," he said with a slight grin. "So what's the diagnosis, doc?"

Seline paled, hugging herself. "Nothing."

"Uhm," Arnie said sarcastically. "Do you want to sit down for this 'nothing'?"

The hallway in front of the actual cinema rooms were filled with dark blue cushioned sofas. Always in pairs facing each other, which created an illusion of privacy.

Seline gave a tight nod and let Arnie pick a sofa, the farthest away from other people killing time before a movie started.

She sat down, still hunched over herself, glaring at her feet. Sitting on the side with her legs crossed, at least she felt like she could hold her falling apart organs together better.

Arnie sat across her, watching her intently. "Nausous?"

Seline took a breath to deny it, but then snapped her lips shut. She would not admit to it, but she also didn't want to lie.

"Look, I'm good at seeing it. When something is wrong I know before Hector does. It's fine."

Seline was silent for a long minute. "It's not—I'm not gonna be sick or anything. Just generally..." she gestured towards him that the word he used was right.

Arnie clapped his hands together. "Alright. I'm gonna get you a big coke, cause someone said it helped with nausea," he said, giving a wink at her shocked expression. That was what she advised Hector the last time he was sick. "I'm well informed about you too, you see?" Arnie said, all smug. "Anything else I could get you? Pharmacy is just down the stairs and there is a Billa nearby..."

She shook her head.

"Any particular reason why you not telling Isaiah? I'm pretty sure he believes you would tell him if something was wrong, and that you are just protesting the movie."

Seline made a face, wincing at another cramp. "It's nothing. He likes this kind of stuff and it's not like everything has to be like how I want all the time."

Arnie rolled his eyes, immediately knowing what she meant. He didn't miss that exchange. "Don't let Hex's remarks get to you. He is all bark and no bite."

She couldn't meet his eyes again. Definitely too sensitive to be fair about anything right now.

Something warm landed across her shoulders. She flinched from the touch and looked up at Arnie draping his jacket over her. Seriously, the kid didn't have a presence.

"Sorry. Thought you looked cold." His smugness wavered, green eyes wide in his face, suddenly unsure how welcome his interventions were.

"Ah, yes," Seline said, huddling into the jacket. It smelled after his perfume, one she didn't know and couldn't place.

When he turned away, she caught the end of his sleeve. "Hey, Arnie? Thank you?"

He smiled at that. "No prob."

#sickfic #whump #hurt/comfort #stomachache #period cramps #my writing #werewolf wip #Seline #this went into a bit different direction

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sirfrogsworth · 1 year ago

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Watching the new season of Jack Reacher. My dad loved the first season and I loved that it wasn't NCIS.

It's a good action/mystery show. Way better than that Chris Pratt Terminal List thing we also watched. I am almost certain people convinced themselves that was a good show just because it satisfied their "non-woke" bingo card.

The Tom Cruise movies are actually pretty decent as well, but he is hilariously undersized compared to the descriptions in the novels.

Alan Ritchson on the other hand... well...

And it looks like he's even bigger in season 2.

I do like when they are faithful to the physicality of the character. Hugh Jackman gets a pass, but I want a stocky Wolverine. And while I do like Viola Davis a lot, casting her as Amanda Waller is frustrating. And don't get me started on Gal Gadot. There has to be a muscular woman out there who can also act. Probably several!

And if Gal is any indication, the acting thing isn't a huge priority anyway.

It just seems like novels and comic books have (sometimes) been better about body type diversity. Maybe because giving everyone the same physical description gets old. And I'm sure drawing the same thing over and over probably gets old too.

Am I right, Rob?

That's the reason, right Rob?

Not a lack of an anatomy drawing class, right Rob?

But even if the intent wasn't progressive, it would be nice to see more bodies translated into visual mediums. Short, tall, fat, skinny, ripped muscular, but also pudgy strongman muscular... all of it. I'm tired of Hagrid being the entirety of my physical representation. Especially since that got ruined.

In any case, watching action movies/shows was something me and my dad did together since I was old enough to watch Die Hard. (Though, I probably wasn't old enough to watch Die Hard when I watched Die Hard.) So I think Jack Reacher is a good choice.

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strayfoxxchan · 2 years ago

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Class Time (Part 2)

Pairing: Bang Chan x f!reader (Y/N)

Genre: Fluff, Teacher AU

Content Warning: None

A/N: Okay, so @that-crazy-five-foot-two-chick requested I finish this, and then I did, and then the power went out, and then I drove out to see my parents, and then the power went out again. So there might... be a part 3 eventually?

Chris motions you toward the door. “Come on, then.”

You gather your coat and bag and join him in leaving the art classroom. You lock up behind you.

“I’m telling you, I am absolutely useless when it comes to… well, any type of sport,” you chuckle nervously as you stroll down the hall to the stairs. “The last time I tried to play a sport, I got hit in the face with a plastic baseball bat, nearly ripped the braces right off my teeth,” you shudder, remembering more the embarrassment than the pain. [a/n: true story my sister insisted I include]

“B-braces? Are you saying you haven’t done any sports since, what, high school?” He looks aghast.

“What’s the saying again? Fool me once, never again?” You say.

He laughs heartily, gasping for air. “I don’t think that’s how the saying goes.” It takes him a moment to recover from his breathless laughter. Something about his laughter made you wish he would laugh all the time.

You just shrug and flash a smile at him. “Anything to keep these pearly whites safe.” You flick your hair behind you in an attempt to look haughty, but you smile anyway.

Chris pushes the gym doors open, and students are already standing around waiting. They’re scattered about, playing games amongst themselves.

From the distance, you hear a familiar gasp and the patter of trainers heading toward you. “Wah, seonsaengnim?! You’re here too?!” Dowoon skids to a stop just short of running straight into you.

“Your coach helped me today, so it’s only fair.” You chuckle.

The students gather themselves around Chris before he even has the chance to ask them.

“So today,” he starts, giving you a mischievous glance before turning his attention to the students, “we’ll be having a little… how should we say… competition?” He rubs his hands together.

Your stomach drops. Competition?!

“It’ll be Channie-ssaem against Y/N-ssaem and it’ll be a little game of dodgeball.”

You fail to stifle a guffaw and it comes out more like a snort than a laugh. And then you laugh a little more before you stop dead-pan to look him straight in the eye. “D-dodgeball?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll just pick the teams and watch,” he seems to enjoy watching you squirm. “Y/N-ssaem and I will pick the teams.”

Dowoon pipes up from the spot he’s chosen on the floor. “What happens if you win?”

“Oh, we should make a bet, shouldn’t we?” Chris puts a hand on his hip. “If I win, Y/N-ssaem has to buy me dinner. Counter?” The students ooh and ahhh, nudging each other and giggling.

You look up at him, arms crossed and lips pursed. “If I win, you have to model for my class for the rest of the week.” This sends a ripple of boos across the class. I guess that wasn’t as spicy as the kids hoped it would be, huh?

The two of you divvy up the class into two. Chris calls his team the Wolverines, affectionately named after Australia’s own Hugh Jackman, and you call your team the Picassoes. They split themselves off across each half of the gym.

“Alright, kids, you know the rules! No head shots, no groin shots, everything else is fair game. You catch a ball, the student who threw it is out. Make us proud!” He yells, blowing his whistle.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Chris kneel down and hit play on what you can only describe as a CD player right out of the early aughts. You clearly catch his distinctive voice on the tracks, and the music adds so much energy to the already chaotic game.

Rubber balls are flying about, students running, jumping, and spinning around to avoid being caught by the balls. They laugh joyfully all the while. Even as students begin to get hit, they still cackle raucously.

And then, one by one, the teams begin to shrink. Rather, your team begins to shrink, and rapidly. They’re having too much fun to notice that their numbers have dropped nearly to half. Chris comes to stand beside you, nudging you.

“I have pretty expensive taste, y’know.”

“And I make an art teacher's salary, so it better not be that expensive.” You grumble.

“I think I want a big ol’ lamb chop.”

“Do they even have lamb chops in K—-,” your sentence is cut off as a rubber ball comes flying and hits you directly in the face, knocking you off your feet.

You hear balls bouncing as students drop everything to check on you. Chris drops to his knees.

“Y/N! Y/N, are you alright?!” Chris takes your hand and pulls you up, then runs his hand down your cheek. “It’s all red,” he frowns.

“Sports and me don’t mix, I tried to tell you,” you smile and promptly wince, cheek stinging something fierce. Just as you get to your feet, the bell rings.

Dowoon runs up to you, backpack in hand . “Ssaem,” he says with a giggle, “have a nice date!” The teenager winks at you and runs for the door. Your hand flies straight for your face, greeting you with another stinging pain where rubber met flesh.

In his office, Chris sits you down, gingerly placing an ice pack on your cheek. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he says softly, face full of concern. “You’re pretty tough though, yeah?”

“I suppose,” you say, eyes glued to the ground. He’s close, really close. You look up and the two of you lock eyes for a moment. And then another, and another. You can feel his warm breath on your skin.

You both clear your throats at the same time, causing a fit of giggles. “S-so, dinner tonight?” He smiles warmly at you. “I’m thinking… Ramyeon? 7/11? What do you say?”

“Oooh, pricey.” You grin. “A little out of my price range, but I can make it work,” you chuckle and wink at him.

“Shall we?” He holds his arm out which you take as you head out of the gymnasium doors.

The bus ride back to your stop is much the same as it had been that morning, if a little colder as the sun begins to duck beneath the Seoul skyline. The two of you huddle together a little closer, the warmth of the bigger man enough to keep you comfortable. He pulls out his phone and nudges you.

“D’you wanna see something cool?” He waggles his eyebrows at you.

“Is it actually cool or is it something gross?” You giggle at the expression on his face and turn your attention to his phone screen.

He scrolls through a few apps before triumphantly showing you “Shiny. Charizard.”

You look back up to him, enthusiastically pulling out your own phone.

The two of you chuckle like school children, comparing your teams and discussing the intricacies of IVs before the robotic voice signaling your stop rings out over the bus loudspeakers.

“That’s us,” Chris says, standing up and holding his hands out to pull you up from the seats. He moves beside you, hand placed gently on the small of your back guiding you as the bus slows to a halt. He jumps out of the bus, and holds your hand steady as you disembark.

“7/11?” You say, and he nods back at you.

“7/11.”

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morgan-tha-gorgan · 4 months ago

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I was also gobsmacked and in awe of 55 yr old Jackman being as shredded as he was in Deadpool and Wolverine. But one of the reasons he walked away from the role is bc of how demanding it is on the body to look like that. Producer Schuler Donner made a statement about why he wouldn't be returning to Wolverine once the merger between Fox and Disney had been official:

"Yes, because Hugh, just the physicality of it all, just to bulk up," she said. "This man worked so hard to bulk up, would get up at four in the morning to bulk and eat protein meals every two hours because his natural state, they used to call him Worm when he was a kid. So his natural state is a very skinny guy. Once you reach a certain age, the body just won't go anymore. I think he was wise to say, 'I'm at that point. I can't do it.' Now, that doesn't mean he can't come back as older Wolverine. You never know. Future Wolverine, you never know."x

Even Dave Bautista (55), who plays Drax in Guardians of the Galaxy, recently dropped some 100 lbs bc he wants a slimmer physique that will open more roles for him. But also bc he feels better in his body.

“I was trimming down, and I’ve sacrificed a lot of muscle. But I’m okay with it, because I just feel more comfortable.”x

But let's also remember, Bautista was a wrestler for WWE for years. The whole point is to have muscle. And while Bautista has a body that has a naturally larger frame, it still takes work to be that muscled and maintain it for years. As you get older that gets harder.

All this to say, body dysphoria in men is as real as it is for women. Since, Wolverine and Deadpool came out I have seen so many personal trainers and professional exercise consultants screaming to the heavens, "it is great you wanna look like Jackman, but even he had to dedicate a crazy amount of hours and personal sacrifice (like water) to look like that for ONE money shot, and only ONE, bc to look like that 24/7 you are basically dancing with death."

And like, Jackman wanted to do it. He seemed enthusiastic about coming back and he insisted on putting on the muscle, but this may be the last time we ever see anything like that from him. Let us rejoice in his sacrifice and bask in the glory that is the shirt ripping scene. But if he comes back for another movie, I say let's advocate for him to return to X1 levels of fitness, and let the man have some water.

#deadpool and wolverine #say it louder for the people in the back👏#dehydration #actors #actor #hugh jackman #smallville #tom welling #dave bautista

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byhuenii · 5 months ago

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PRETTY LITTLE BOWS

synopsis! wrapping him in a big pink pretty bow (WC: idk..) pairing! logan ‘wolverine’ howlett x fem!reader warnings! usage of name instead of yn. mainly fluff?? slightly suggestive?? it’s something!! marvel jesus. probably ooc (IDGAF)🧏‍♀️ a/n! this man would be so mad but he’s such a softie i know it I KNOW IT. i want him wrapped in a pretty pink FCKING BOW.

hugh jackman wolverine so that = him being tall as hell.

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅

wade seriously had been trying to for the last couple of days, he had been trying to get logan’s fine ass to sit down and wrap him in a pink pretty bow. but somehow your ass managed to get wolvie to sit down with pink bows in his hair and one big ol bow tied around him

“wow peanut you actually are incredibly in love with my sidekick!” “shut the fuck up.”

you giggled applying glossy reddish pink lipstick to your mouth, “and you’re allowing her to even mark you up! never thought we’d see the day wolvie actually settle for someone who isn’t already taken” wade witted throwing a grape into his mouth

“you’re a deadman wade.” logan threatened trying to compose himself, you had taken your time with these bows and wade getting under his skin would only cause him to beat the shit out of him aka the bows ripping.

wade placed his hand on your shoulder shaking his head “you truly do have the fur ball under your wraps, if it weren’t for the bows he’d of definitely ripped me apart” wade made his way to logan laughing at the sight

“i need a picture of this you look so dumb” wade took out his phone to take a photo, “leave him alone wade. you can take a photo after im done” you hummed putting the lipgloss down

“you are not marking my face up with that lip gloss women.” logan growled moving away, “jeez stop moving you big baby” you straddle his lap peppering his face with kisses leaving kiss marks all over even on his beard and neck.

you smiled at your work it was a masterpiece, you looked very pleased moving your fingers up to your lips kissing it with a nod like the chefs do “wait i’m missing something! hold the camera wade”

you pulled logan into a quick kiss, your soft glossed lips that had a minty strawberry flavor intoxicating him, he chased after wanting more only to end up frustrated from you pulling away ever so quickly. he was over this. “perfect!” you purred, “wade. camera.” you demanded taking a photo logan as he looked at you through his lashes

“me next wolvie! me next!” wade giddily awaited but all he got was logan flipping him off with his claws, “i’m gonna fucking kill you wade.” logan’s tone was rough and dark his eye twitched using the claws to destroy the big bow.

yeah no fuck this, this is their apartment you gonna go back to yours next door,

“HEY HEY HEY. I DIDNT DO ANYTHING” wade was so quick to point fingers like a little bitch, “that was all [name] how about you go get her peanut” wade try to shoo him like some dog

“are you saying i should hurt my girl?” he growled. yeah no you’re leaving, “SHES LITERALLY RUNNING AWAY.”

yes you were in fact running away, you did not want to get blood on your newly pair of sweats and white top thank you very much, “IM THE INNOCENT ONE. I AM MARVEL JESUS YOU SON OF A BITCH—”

you closed the door walking back to your apartment awaiting for logan to come over for much more than just kisses and a bow being wrapped around him.

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a/n request request request 🧏‍♀️

#SOMEONE WRAP HIM IN A BOW AND SHIP HIM TO ME #I NEED HIM #this is so dumb #wolverine #wolverine x reader #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett #w.riting ‹𝟹 ‎scripts #— prim’s ☆ wildest dreams!

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icarusthelunarguard · 2 years ago

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This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter.

Drive-In movie season has begun. Remember going with your family when you were younger? Let’s take you back 10 years to see what the worst Second Feature in a Double-Play ticket might have been.

Aries

What do you get when you mix Michael Bay, the Rock and a ripped Mark Wahlberg? The highly forgettable ‘Pain and Gain’; the story about a group of ex-convicts and bodybuilders convicted of kidnapping, extortion, torture, and murder in Miami in the mid-1990s. This week skip the gym. Leg Day can wait.

Taurus

We have high hopes for your taste in entertainment and that you’re unfamiliar with ‘Jackass Presents: Bad Grandpa’. With a budget of $15M it earned TEN TIMES its cost. This week watch an episode of, “OW! MY BALLS!” instead.

Gemini

Ridley Scott is an amazing director, known for some amazing movies like Alien, Blade Runner, and the Apple 1984 commercial. To say that his crime-thriller, ‘The Counsellor’ opened to a worldwide collective shrug would be about right. This week be content with just being “OK”.

Cancer Moon-Child

It’s safe to say that most movies with Johnny Depp do great in the entertainment circles. Pairing him with Armie Hammer as a character that hadn’t seen a movie since 1981 might have been a mistake. 2013’s ‘The Lone Ranger’ was… poor. This week try to remember what Tonto’s Horse’s name was.

Leo

If you want to enjoy the Sports Illustrated Bikini Issue on the big screen, look no further than the curious movie, ‘Spring Breakers’. Is it brilliant commentary on today's youth or a sexist, boring, ludicrous exploitation movie? We don’t know, and truth be told we don’t care. This week just throw away your Suncoast Video Rental card.

Virgo

If you take Mark Ruffalo, Morgan Freeman, Woody Harrelson, Michael Caine, and set them in a universe where sleight-of-hand magic almost is magic, you get ‘Now You See Me’. But, see, the problem is… when you have the literal embodiment of GOD in your film, how can you not just come to the obvious conclusion that he’s the one making all the magic happen? This week order a bowl of tomato soup.

Libra

Remember when Disney used to make some amazing live-action films? They did ‘Treasure Island’, ‘Old Yeller’, ‘Bedknobs and Broomsticks’, ‘TRON’, and ‘Flight of the Navigator’. For your movie we’re sad to say it’s ‘Saving Mr. Banks’. This week go watch ‘Old Yeller’... and bring some tissues.

Scorpio

Remember when ‘Die Hard’ was a fun escapist movie? Even ‘Die Hard 2’ was pretty good. And we could have left it there, but NO! ‘Die Hard with a Vengeance’ then ‘Live Free or Die Hard’ and then FINALLY we come to your movie… ‘A Good Day to Die Hard’. Enough is enough. This week don’t go to the movies; read the 1979 novel ‘Nothing Lasts Forever’ by Roderick Thorp instead.

Sagittarius

A Sandra Bullock and George Clooney movie could have been a fun outing, but ‘Gravity’? It sets them in Low Earth Orbit fighting to survive Kessler Syndrome with long periods of stressful silence, trying to read Russian. Where’s the fun in that? This week renew your subscription to Duolingo.

Capricorn

The only thing more horrible than your movie is the style of clothing in it. ‘Anchorman 2’ has traditional 1970’s wide lapels, plaid pants, brown leather suit jackets, and ties that were almost wider than they were long. This week be glad you don’t have to wear those styles today.

Aquarius

How many super-hero origin movies are we going to get for the same character? Superman, Batman, Spider-man… but for you, ‘The Wolverine’. Not ‘X-Men Origins: Wolverine’, just ‘The Wolverine’. We get it - claws, super-healing, super-sniffer, secret military test human subject… Just let Hugh Jackman do musical theatre like he really wants to.

Pisces

You don’t get off that easy either, Pisces. You get a super-hero movie too; ‘Iron Man 3’, aka “Why the hell did Sir Ben Kingsley agree to do this film?” He’s played Gandhi, Itzhak Stern, and Otto Frank. Why would he agree to be playing a two-bit washed up English actor impersonating The Mandarin?! This week… start filling your pool now. It might be ready by the time it’s warm enough to swim in it.

And THOSE are your Horrible-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook and Discord.

#horrorscope #horoscope #parody #comedy #funny #movies #drive-in

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kentochronicles · 4 years ago

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***SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 5 OF WANDAVISION***

HOLY SHITE MY MIND IS BLOWN

TOMMY AND BILLY CRYING

“Do you want me to take that again?” “Take it from the top?”

Agnes knows ! Tiger - Ralph

“Dark liquor” Vision being concerned

Billy and Tommy aged up?!

I DO NOT TRUST HAYWARD

SCARLET WITCH - TALKING ABOUT HOW WANDA DOESN’T HAVE A CODENAME

SIS STRAIGHT UP TOOK VISIONS CORPSE

HEX — HER POWERS GET REFERRED TO AS HEX POWERS SOMETIMES IN THE COMICS

CAPTAIN MARVEL REFERENCE

NORM SAYING NONE OF IT IS REAL

SPARKY THE DOG - VISION HAD A STAND ALONE AND STOLE A DOG

HER ACCENT

LAGOS

SHE DOESNT KNOW HOW ANY OF THIS STARTED IN THE FIRST PLACE

EVAN PETERS AS QUICKSILVER

DARCY GOING “SHE RECAST PIETRO?” MOOOD

X-MEN, START TO THE MULTIVERSE?!

WANDA CAN’T BE THE ONLY ONE CONTROLLING IT

IS MONICA MAD AT CAROL???

MONICA X DARCY?! WHAT A POWER COUPLE THAT WOULD BE

SIS REALLY ENDGAME - ENDGAME ENDED WITH TONY’S FUNERAL AND WANDA PROBS WENT STRAIGHT FROM THERE AND STOLE HER DEAD BF’S CORPSE (can’t really blame her, it looked like they were trying to experiment on Vis and could it be Hayward behind it?)

WHO WAS THAT ENGINEER THAT MONICA WAS GOING TO CONTACT?

BABY VISION

AND AGNES DEFINITELY KNOWS SOMETHING

DARCY FINALLY GOT HER COFFEE

SO VIS SAID THAT WANDA COULD’VE MADE EVERYTHING SUBCONSCIOUSLY AND THAT OVER TIME SHE BECAME AWARE OF IT, AND SIS DEFO HAS SOME CONTROL BUT IT’S NOT ALL HER. I THINK AGNES IS AGATHA HARKNESS AND EITHER MEPHISTO IS BEHIND IT OR IT’S NIGHTMARE AND THEY’VE MAYBE POWERED UP NIGHTMARE

***FURTHER UPDATES AND EASTER EGGS***

Auntie Agnes and Agnes saying she has a few tricks up her sleeve - we should definitely take note of that seeing as Agnes definitely has something to do with the whole situation

Wanda and Vision’s house changed again, being inspired by Family Ties, possibly Full House and Growing Pains

“Do you want me to take it from the top?” It seems as though when someone, this time Vision, steers away from the script, things either reset themselves or people become aware to some capacity, although Agnes probably already knows

Speaking of Growing Pains - It had a spin off called “Just the 10 of Us” in which the director for Wandavision, Matt Shakman, was apart of the cast - and seemingly also inspired the theme song for this week

We should definitely keep an eye on Monica and her potential for powers. With Maria last episode revealed to have gone by the name ‘Photon’ (which is a name that Monica uses as one of her aliases in the comics) and could inspire Monica’s name as she develops her powers - those scans didn’t look 100% normal. Monica has also used the Captain Marvel monicker in the comics

Wanda’s energy field and such being referred to as “Hex” short for Hexagon, could be a little nod to the comics where Wanda’s powers are sometimes called Hex powers

She’s never been referred to as the Scarlet Witch on the big screen - and it seems as though she soon may earn that code name

So we now know that Wanda stole Vision’s corpse from S.W.O.R.D, but did she actually re animate him fully? He’s still got the gem in the centre of his forehead, but the last time he had it was in Infinity War where it promptly got ripped out by Thanos - so has Wanda found her own way of reanimating him and he’s alive or is he dead and just a trick of the mind - though from other trailers/previews, Vis is seen trying to and looks successful at leaving Wanda’s barrier

They had a little call back to Captain America: Civil War with the Sokovia Accords, which were targeting the Avengers in general but were created when Wanda lost control of her powers and killed civilians

A little joke towards Vis as playing “Father Knows Best” in their little suburbia - Which was a sitcom that ran for 200 episodes in the 50’s

Sparky ! A little nod to the little green dog from the Walta and King comics run for Vision and unfortunately soon meets the same fate 💔

A little nod to Endgame when we hear from Monica that Wanda definitely could’ve taken down Thanos by herself had Thanos not rained fire - and Jimmy arguing that Captain Marvel could’ve just as easily done it - which leaves Monica with an angry look on her face

Good ol’ dial up internet

Can Vis “save” the residents of Westview? He can still seemingly interact with people’s minds, with or without the mind stone - Norm soon comes out of his trance as Vis snaps him out of it and asks to call his sister and that he has to save them all from “her” - now this “her” could be Wanda...but it could also be Agnes and then Vis shuts him down soon enough again and Norm goes back to his sit com self

Billy and Tommy are fully aware, or at least suspect Wanda’s abilities - after asking her to bring back Sparky from the dead and speaking of Billy and Tommy - could they be semi permanent fixtures in the MCU, it would help to introduce the Young Avengers eventually. They'll do Young Avengers at some point since Kang is supposed to be a thing in the third Ant-Man.

Teddy, unfortunately, I don't think will be here for a bit (I really hope he is though!). I think the guy they hired that everyone is rumoring to be Teddy might just be an episode about Billy coming to terms with his sexuality and Wanda and Vis learning to accept it in the way that era of tv they're in would go about with that kind of episode and the dude is just a dude - but again, I really hope it’s Teddy 😭

Wanda leaves the hex after a mini missile/plane tries to shoot at her - and she’s in her Scarlet Witch costume and is seemingly mostly back to her “normal self”, which includes her accent !

Lagos brand paper towels - “For when you make a mess you didn’t mean to” - a nod to Civil War again in which Wanda accidentally blew up a building in Lagos and caused the Sokovian accords to come to fruition

The mail man again - I also think he was in the commercial but anywho - “Your mom won’t let him go far” similar to “Much like she won’t let anyone leave” a potential nod to Wanda or Agnes not letting anyone leave?

“We can’t reverse death” and yet she brought Vision back - keeping in mind that he’s an android but still a little foreshadow to what happened at the end of the ep? Better yet, could Pietro coming back be a distraction for Wanda? Agnes or whoever introducing someone that Wanda lives in hopes that she won’t go full on breakdown superpowers or just to give her an attachment to Westview even more and make her not want to leave at all

“She recasted Pietro” EVAN ! I’m so pumped for this - it seems this could turn into the X-Men making their debut earlier than expected possibly? In any case, it’s a nice little Easter Egg to the previous Fox franchise of X-Men movies where Evan played Peter Maximoff “Quicksilver” alongside James McAvoy as Prof X, Hugh Jackman as Wolverine and so many others - and with Deadpool being confirmed as Disney’s first R rated film, it seems Mutants are definitely on their way to the MCU

Agnes is definitely Agatha or a gender bent Nightmare

The way Billy shed himself and Tommy up was scary - definitely a little nod to his powers coming in

Multiple different perspectives of Wanda saying that Monica left

Red Hex dialled up to around light sources (computer, window, etc.)

Vision mentions reading Charles Darwin’s The Descent of Man - which could refer to Mutants entering the MCU, Mutants being superior to humans

Agnes calls herself Auntie Agnes - in episode 2 during the title sequence in the grocery store there’s a product called ‘Auntie A’s Kitty Litter’

Agnes refers to herself as a Tiger and in the episode, there’s a Tiger on the dining table in the kitchen - could that be a listening device, her eyes and ears?

There are no other children in Westview - Billy and Tommy are immune because they have no prior trauma

Elizabeth Olsen’s photos are real and slightly altered with Sokovian flags in the background

In the birthday shot of Billy and Tommy, they have ‘1,2,3,4,5’ candles all on one cake

In the holiday photos, Vision goes from Turkey to Easter Bunny, to Santa and progressively gets more unhappy - realising he no longer wants to play along in Wanda’s Hex

During Monica’s callbacks to seeing Wanda’s pain inside her head, we see a new shot of Wanda crying - it looks like it’s around the time she stole Vision’s corpse, as the outfit she’s wearing is very similar, if not the same - could this be an after shot of when she’s trying to bring Vision back?

During the scene where we see the footage of Wanda stealing Vision’s corpse, the S.W.O.R.D logo that appears on the table has 8 stars around the rim of the logo but then has a 9th one in the middle - could this be a little Easter Egg to the nine realms of the Cosmos? And there’s also a map showing Cape Canaveral, could that be where S.W.O.R.D’s headquarters are?

Wanda and Pietro were born in 1989 to Irina and Oleg Maximoff - who were killed in an air raid when the twins were 10. In the comics, Wanda and Pietro were raised by Django and Maria Maximoff, before their true parentage was revealed as being the children of Magneto, however, in the comics this has been retconned so that Wanda and Pietro are no longer Mutants and the High Evolutionary had just disguised them as Mutants (something I think they should undo tbh - MARVEL, PLEASE MAKE WANDA AND PIETRO MUTANTS AGAIN!!!)

Speaking of the air raid, that was also referenced in Age of Ultron by Pietro and Wanda - “We were 10 years old, having dinner the four of us. And the first shell hits 2 floors below, makes a hole in the floor” - was the beeping Stark toaster be what that was referring to?

WHIH reappears for a brief cameo as the news service in the MCU - and Hayward cuts off Jimmy as he was trying to defend Wanda’s reputation, in which Jimmy then turns to Darcy and says “I try not to speak ill of people” Darcy then follows up with “Then allow me, Hayward’s a-“ and then she’s cut off by a shot back to Hayward saying the word “Terrorist” which would make sense as it seems with Vision’s corpse, he may have been trying to make sentient weapons and by subverting Vision’s will and blaming Wanda of doing the same. In the footage shown of Wanda stealing Vision’s remains, we see Vision broken up into parts and S.W.O.R.D seems to be experimenting on him and this seems to be the robotics/nanotech project that Hayward was referring to. Monica asks Hayward about the footage saying “When was this?” to which Hayward replies saying “9 days ago. Maximoff stormed our facility, stole Vision’s body and resurrected him” - this would mean that Wanda took Vision 2 weeks after the events of Endgame, about a week before Monica returned to S.W.O.R.D and Hayward didn’t tell her any of this and when he sent her in there, he knew exactly what he was doing - with her reputation after Civil War, this makes it easier for Hayward to paint her as the villain.

Back in Westview, Tommy wears red and Billy wears green - which are the colours that Wiccan and Speed wear in the comics, respectively. And it’s also the colours that Wanda and Vision are known for and appears quite a lot in their wardrobes

More in regards to Sparky, he was the synthezoid dog in Tom King’s run of Vision - the story being that he was originally a dog named Zeke who unfortunately passed away after digging up the Grim Reaper’s corpse and getting zapped. The Grim Reaper’s helmet appears during the title sequence of Episode 2 in the floorboards. Could Sparky have been trying to dig up a similar thing when he was caught by Agnes and consequently killed?

Monica mentions that she knows this aerospace engineer, they’re never shown but she is seen texting them. Could it be Reed Richards a.k.a Mr Fantastic? Hayward did mention that some astronauts used to work for S.W.O.R.D before a mission went haywire - though it seems a bit lacklustre to introduce such highly anticipated characters this way. Could it instead be the Skrull daughter of Talos that Monica befriended at the end of Captain Marvel? She mentioned that they had extraterrestrial allies in episode 4 working with her and Fury as apart of S.W.O.R.D - in the Spanish subtitles they use the feminine articles for this engineer - so I think it’s more likely to be Talos’s daughter

The board that we saw in Episode 4 now includes the mailman, drivers license and all - could he be Jimmy’s missing witness?

The tension in the room after Jimmy references Carol is similarly seen when in Spider-Man: Far From Home, where Peter asks Skrull Fury/Talos “How about Captain Marvel?” To which Talos replies “Don’t involve her name”. Fury, Monica and Talos were all on the side of the Skrulls by then end of Captain Marvel and the space station that Fury was on maybe apart of S.W.O.R.D. So did Carol betray them?

A slight reference to Captain America: The First Avenger is made when Monica pulls a Peggy Carter and shoots at something to see if it’s bulletproof, in Peggy’s case it was the iconic Captain America shield and in the case of Monica, it was her clothes that she was wearing after Wanda threw her out of the Hex

Abilash (Norm) never states that Wanda is the one that Vision has to save them from, it’s just “her” - could this instead be Agnes?

When Billy is training Sparky to sit, he puts the treat by his ear up to his temple - a future reference that Billy will one day share the same powers as his mum?

During the scene in which Wanda leaves the Hex briefly, she turns the guns onto Hayward but none are trained on Monica - she may still trust Monica slightly, whereas with Hayward, she slightly more pissed off because of what he was doing to Vision’s remains. And turning a bunch of guns on the people you don’t trust? Like father, like daughter as Magneto pulls a similar move in one of the X-Men films - Hopefully, the big cameo they keep teasing will be Ian McKellan as Magneto or the Magnus of this House of M adaptation

During when Agnes “found” Sparky, she says he died from eating too many leaves from her plants - in the Tom King Vision run, one of Vision’s kids ends up killing Sparky and sees inside his stomach that there’s a plant that Agatha Harkness grows in her garden

All the names that appear during the credits that Wanda tries to run to end the show and to stop Vision from talking are names of people who work on the actual Wandavision show itself

When Evan Peter’s version of Quicksilver shows up, he says “Does a long lost bro get to squeeze his sister to death or what?” I DO NOT TRUST THIS PIETRO - Similar to Wandavision, the Fox X-Men movies moved up decade by decade - First Class was in the 1960s, Days of Future Past was in the 1970s, Apocalypse was in the 1980s and Dark Phoenix was in the 1990’s - which would make even more sense as MCU! Pietro wasn’t born until 1989, whereas Peter was active during the 1980s. I reckon that this Pietro is Jimmy’s missing witness, Agnes’s husband Ralph and is disguising itself as a comforting presence to Wanda as Vision no longer brings comfort and is trying to bring Wanda back to reality - and when he shows up, the mirror in the background behind Wanda is slightly distorted but his hand looks red and in the shot as well, there seems to be a grey arm reaching towards Pietro - in the shot itself behind and in front of Wanda, there’s nothing there but in the mirror, there is! Either way, I do not trust this Pietro and it’s just an entity trying to give Wanda the last thing that could make her happy - but it won’t last, as everything is already breaking down around her.

I seriously seriously love this show so much 💙

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