#but erik? everyone is confused

[darlin-collins]

can we talk about how we didn't know that erik had a partner LET ALONE THEY WE'RE SERIOUS

like MARRIED SERIOUS???

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Imagine Erik planning some sort of magneto spectacle.. if you will.. and he finds out Charles is sick and he decides not to go through with it and is like "Charles I do hope you will feel better soon I was so hoping to impress you with my villainy" and the brotherhood is to stunned to speak.

if erik was a REAL homie he woulda put the brotherhood of evil mutants on standby for at least a week after charles dies the first time ....... wheres the fun in all his bombastic bullshit if charles aint there to see it........

[lord-luck]

since putting my ocs in situations is one of my favourite activities i have been thinking of them going to or even teaching dance classes practically since i first started going. fun times

but despite being my main blorbo felix rarely got involved because, to be totally honest, i can't see him doing that for fun

but then i remembered something

a dance class isn't really a dance class without one (1) essential element:

boytoy who plays the music

he may be an actual boytoy of the instructor but that's optional. the relevant parts are 1) he's there 2) he turns the music on and off and switches songs and 3) he does not dance

and that's felix

[authorsofghosts]

hint to upcoming fic for saturday:

[x-prettyboy-x]

Hiii! Can you do an Erik Campbell x Pregnant!Reader, you can do it during the events of the film or not, as long as it has some angst with a happy ending :) If you do it during the events of the film: Erik, who cheated death from the tattoo parlor: As long as my girlfriend is okay and not on death's list, I would gladly die happy.

Reader who's pregnant with his child and hasn't told him yet: Uh...about that...

Unseen Events

Hello anon, i will try my absolute best. But I fear i may dissapoint, your request is my 4th time total posting fanfic on this platform😭🫶🏻

Pairing: Erik Campbell x Pregnant!FemReader

Warnings: spoilers for final destination bloodlines I guess, mentions of self unaliving and self harm but not.. in a depressing way? In a trying to save everyone way.. yk?

Contents: angst, me not really knowing how to write pregnancy, erik being a panicked bitch(affectionate), alternate universe where Erik is actually in the blood line, me being an Erik girl dad truther.

Wc; 1.4k

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It felt like you'd been sitting in this bathroom for hours, when really it'd been maybe 30 seconds. Just standing and staring at the piece of white and blue plastic you'd just peed on and turned upside down on the bathroom sink. Thank god Erik was at work, he'd be outside the door losing his mind with how long you'd been in there. You got sick one time and he acted like you were dying.

After the longest 5 minutes of your life, you turned the test over. And came face to face with those clear as day pink lines. Those stupid fucking pink lines. You and Erik were careful, always. Except when you decided going to the tattoo shop with him was a good idea, and a client wanted her nipples pierced, one thing led to jealousy, and before you knew it he was closing the shop early and proving he only had eyes for you. Never anyone else. But you hadn't been safe. Of course not. Only your luck, the one time you dont use protection, you end up in this situation.

You wanted kids. You did, really. But you didnt know if Erik did, you two hadn't had that conversation yet. You had no idea how he'd react, and that's what scared you.

That was a month ago. You had this big plan to tell him, and then Iris died. Erik didn't seem to care much, but then his dad died too. How do you tell your boyfriend after two back to back funerals, "Hey, by the way. You're gonna be a dad. Oops"? No.

Things only got worse when the real situation set in. Everyone in Iris's bloodline was on deaths list. She cheated it, she was never meant to have kids, and now her entire bloodline was cursed because of it. Thanks Iris. Now not only am I pregnant and my boyfriend doesn't know, but my baby is stuck with some fucking death curse before its even born. Just perfect.

When Erik came home late rambling about how he'd cheated death, how he survived a fire in the tattoo shop, he was acting like it was nothing. Like your heart wasn't beating out of your fucking chest every minute that ticked by that he wasn't answering your texts.

"Look, its morbid but you're not in the bloodline, you're safe from all this, knowing that? I could die a happy fuckin man. Sucks I lost my favorite jacket though." He'd let out an over exaggerated sigh that made your annoyance only spike more.

Better time than any, I guess. You'd sighed to yourself, clearing your throat and sitting up on his bed, just trying to calm your breathing and willing your heart to stop beating so fast.

"Yeah, about that. I'm not in the bloodline, but I dont think I'm exactly.. safe." You'd started, and you could see the moment his cocky, joking look turned serious and confused, almost pissed off.

"The fuck are you talking about? Why wouldn't you be safe?"

"Kiki, I promise I planned on telling you, okay? But then Iris died, and then your dad and I just- I couldn't find a good time so I kept putting it off. I'm pregnant. I took the stupid test a month ago." You couldn't look at him, but you could see his feet as he started to pace back and forth from where you were staring down at your lap, picking at your nails.

"You didnt think maybe it was a good idea to tell me that the SECOND we found out about this fucking list? What if I had died today? We have no idea how this is gonna work out! You should've told me days ago!"

You could tell when Erik was pissed off, you'd seen it plenty of times when he came home from work complaining about a bitchy client or his boss he hated so much. This wasn't anger, this was panic.

"I know, I'm sorry-" you knew he wasnt angry at you, but your words came out shaky, your voice breaking as you felt tears threatening to fall. Stupid pregnancy hormones.

Erik let out a sigh and moved to kneel down in front of you, using two fingers to tilt your head up to meet his gaze. "Baby, I'm sorry. I didnt mean to yell I'm just.. scared. I didnt care if I died because I knew you'd be safe but now.." he shook his head before continuing, "We're gonna figure this out. Me and the others, we'll figure this out. Find a way to save everyone else on the list. I won't let anything happen to you or this baby, not while I'm living and breathing."

That was a few days ago. And time was running out. You wouldn't let Erik leave the house, ever. Never let him go anywhere alone, always watching over your shoulder for a cup about to fall or some water spilled on the floor somewhere. To say you were paranoid didnt even begin to cover it.

When Stefani, Bobby, Erik and Charlie had loaded into the rv with Darlene, going after some friend of Iris's, you'd begged to go. You didnt wanna let him out of your sight, but everyone involved refused to let you go. Acted like you were some damsel in distress just because you were growing a person. It pissed you off beyond belief. But that anger and frustration quickly became fear and unease as you watched them all drive off.

They made Julia stay with you, making sure you weren't freaking out too much or worse, got in your car and followed after them.

You thought the 5 minutes you waited for that pregnancy test was the longest wait of your life. Oh how wrong you were. Every second that ticked by while you waited to hear something, anything from Erik felt like it was taking years off your life. But nothing ever came. Not a call, not a text. Nothing.

After the longest hours of your life, you finally heard the rv pull back into the driveway, and you ran outside before Julia could stop you. You watched as Stefani, Charlie and Darlene stepped out of the rv, but no Bobby or Erik. The tears started to fall before you even had to time to fight them back, "what happened? Where are they?"

Darlene quickly walked over and gently took your hands into hers, "Hes okay. They both are. We found Iris's friend, he told us how to beat this. Erik had to.. die and come back. Truly cheat death, and everyone else on the list would be safe. He.. came up with this plan to kill himself in the hospital so they could bring him back. It was.. stupid but it worked. He flat lined, and they got him back. They're keeping him on a mental health hold because of course they dont believe the deaths list story, but he's okay. Bobbys with him now."

To say you wanted to scream at him for how stupid he was, how he could've died, how you could've never seen him again, how he could've never met his child was an understatement.

You demanded Darlene take you to the hospital to see him, and how could she argue after telling you something like that? Erik was sedated, apparently he'd tried fighting the doctors when they wouldn't let him leave, no shock there. His wrists were tightly wrapped and the sight made you sick to your stomach. Bobby looked just as sick.

They only kept Erik in the hospital for a few days, letting him out after some therapy sessions and deciding he was "no longer a threat to himself or others." You'd forgotten all about wanting to scream about how stupid he was when he wrapped his arms around you, whispered how much he loved you and how excited he was to be a dad. How could you yell at him after that?

You had a healthy baby girl in the winter, and Erik had never felt happier. Neither had you. Seeing him dress her every morning, refusing to let anyone hold her because he didn't want her to leave his arms, buying dumb baby band t-shirts for her.

He'd die over and over again if that's what it took to keep you and his little girl safe. He'd kill someone if he had to. He'd make sure this little angel in his arms would never know the fear of death, not while he was here to protect her from it.

[lucydixon]

10 years of regret

This is a sequel to Breaking the Rules of Attraction, which can be found here.

GIF By @alex-browning

This is a sequel to Breaking the Rules of Attraction, which can be found here. I think I'm gonna do a few parts for this one. Summary: Erik just about has a heart attack when Bobby casually lets it slip that he'd seen you in town that afternoon. He's left reeling, hit with ten years of regret, and desperate to see you again.

“Oh! I almost forgot.” Bobby turned to Erik halfway through dinner, his words muffled by the food he was still chewing, “I saw your friend from school today.” 

“My friend from school?” His brows pulled together in confusion. He didn’t talk to anyone from high school at that point, mainly because he hadn’t had friends. 

Except for you. 

“Who?” His voice was quiet when he asked. He could feel his heart fluttering against his ribcage, beating increasingly quicker as memories of you flashed through his mind. 

“That girl,” the boy looked thoughtful for a moment, “I don’t remember her name, but she used to come over all the time. You know the one-” 

“Where?” Erik cut him off, pretty sure his heart had stopped beating altogether. “Where did you see her?” 

Everyone at the table turned to look at him, a little surprised by how shaken up he looked. 

They’d all wondered what had happened between the two of you. 

Erik had always refused to talk about it. All they knew was that you’d just stopped coming around one day, and that they’d watched him mope for the better half of a year afterwards. 

“Uh, at the library,” Bobby was still a little young when all this had gone down, so it was surprising that he’d recognized you at all. 

“Did you talk to her? What was she doing?” he couldn’t stop the questions spewing out of his mouth in a nervous ramble. “Was she wearing a ring? Did you see?” 

“I just saw her.” Bobby leaned away from his older brother, unsure why he was getting so worked up over this. “She was sitting at the computers with a kid.” 

“A kid?” Erik felt the blood drain out of his face. “Was it hers?”

“I don’t know-” 

“Did it look like her?” He asked, unable to hide the creak in his voice, “How old was it?” 

“They had different hair colours,” Bobby shrugged .“He looked like he was ten or eleven.”

“Oh my god,” Julia leaned forward in her seat, clocking the panicked look on Erik’s face. “Bobby, did he look like Erik?”  

Everyone held their breath while Bobby tried to think back. 

“I don’t know, I didn’t look that hard.” He frowned finally, “Why?” 

“You don’t think…” she trailed off. 

“Erik Campbell!” their mother gasped, looking aghast, “Did you get that girl pregnant and send her away?” 

“What?” He groaned, scrubbing his hands over his face. “No! Not unless she just didn’t tell me, but I really don’t think she’d do that.” 

“And I didn’t send her away!” He added. 

The words rattled in the back of his throat, and for a second, they all thought he was going to start crying. 

Instead, he pushed his chair back and went downstairs. 

Erik paced the length of his bedroom, trying not to freak out. 

You were back in town. 

With a kid, who just so happened to be old enough to have been conceived right before the two of you had parted ways. 

He tried not to jump the gun. 

It might not be your kid. 

Maybe you’re babysitting or something. 

Maybe it wasn’t even you in the first place. 

Bobby could have been wrong. He’d just been a kid last he’d seen you. It wasn’t far-fetched to assume he’d been mistaken. 

All he knew for sure was that he needed to find you. 

Somehow, he’d managed to refrain all this time from looking you up on the internet. It wasn’t worth the headache, and he was terrified that he’d find your social media profiles and see pictures of you in a wedding dress. He couldn’t take the heartache, but now, he had no choice. 

He held his breath when he clicked on the link to your Instagram page, sitting on the edge of his mattress. The same mattress you’d sat in, studying with him late into the night. 

No wedding dress. 

He exhaled shakily, sick with relief. 

No kid either. 

Some people didn’t post their children on the internet, though.

He felt like a total creep as he snooped through your Instagram, looking for any clues on where he could find you, but came up empty. 

He conceded to the fact that the only way he was going to get a hold of you was to reach out online, which felt so impersonal and disingenuous, and he just knew that you would hate it. 

It wouldn’t be fair of him. 

Still, he stayed up all night typing, then re-typing a message, drafted in the notes app on his phone as if he was going to send it. 

He didn’t. 

For the next week, he spent just about every day at work staring out the window, wondering if you’d walk by. 

He felt pathetic. 

He shouldn’t have been this hung up on his high school almost-girlfriend. Especially after ten years. 

He’d been trying to convince himself that it was because he might have a kid out there. If he did, then maybe, just maybe, it was some kind of cosmic connection that kept him stuck on you all this time.  

He’d tried dating over the years and always found a reason to break it off early on, before even giving it a proper chance. 

His sex life had been a revolving door of drunken hookups and dating apps just to get his rocks off and let out some of the pent-up frustration deep inside him. 

If he hadn’t been good enough for you then, he sure as hell wouldn’t be at this point in his life either. 

Sure, he had a stable job at the tattoo parlour that paid well enough. But, he still lived with his parents, sleeping in the same bed that the two of you used to fool around in when you were teenagers. 

He certainly wasn’t good enough to raise a kid. 

But then he thought about how you’d done all the hard parts alone and felt like an even bigger piece of shit. He would’ve helped if only he’d known. 

Erik sighed tiredly and forced himself to take a lunch break in between clients. 

He walked over to the coffee shop on the corner with his hands shoved deep in his pockets while ‘Erik’s sad playlist’ blared through his headphones. 

He wasn’t paying attention and almost walked right into the person leaving the shop. 

In a shitty mood, he looked over angrily to snap at whoever it had been, but found himself staring into your eyes. 

“Shit.” 

Next Chapter

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[tjwritesfanfics]

Not Going to Lose You (Erik Campbell)

Pairing: Erik Campbell x Reader

Summary: Your dreams seem to be more against you than you thought, but you weren't going to let it come true.

Rating: Angst with comfort

Warnings: Talks of death and dying, mention of a cut open body, reader is very protective over Bobby but honestly who isn't??, a lot of word for word from the movie, you can tell that I don't know how MRIs work

Words: 3.8k

Note: Yall wanted a different outcome to my original Erik story where they all live so here you go! Can be read separate, but if you want to read the original you can!

Note: Very movie accurate tbh (other than everyone living) and it scratches my brain just right

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Your dream last night terrified you. 

Even closing your eyes, you could still see the pained faces of Eric and Bobby dying, the sounds clinging to your mind.

Erik had tried to calm you down before drifting off to sleep, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Something was going to happen.

You had no idea what the morning after would bring.

Julia’s death. Finding out that Erik wasn’t a part of the cursed bloodline. The sickening relief that knowledge brought you.

You held onto Erik to stop him from pacing around the room.

“Yes, Erik, I know that Jerry Fenbury is the worst possible thing for a father, but hey this means you won’t die.”

“I don’t want any of them to die!” He shouted, pulling away from you.

“And you think I do?!”

“There has to be something we can do. Something I can do.”

Erik glances out his window, seeing his family all standing around his brother, almost like a protective circle as they head to the RV. 

“I have to protect him.” He marched out of his room, his determination sending panic through you. 

You follow him down the stairs and outside.

“Oi!” Erik yells. “Any of you fuckers do a nut check?”

“You made cookies in there with peanut butter.” You fill in when you see everyone's confused looks, “Bobby’s allergy is so severe even a whiff of it will kill him.”

“Where is the peanut butter?” Erik went into the RV once his aunt told him where to find it.

Your mind whirled as you watched the exchange in front of you. Erik got rid of the peanut butter and once he was sure his brother was okay, after giving him a quick hit in the balls, he came to stand by your side.

The two of you watched as his family piled into the RV. You could feel the worry rolling off him no matter how hard he tried to hide it. You take his hand, squeezing it, trying to hold on for dear life as you knew what was about to happen next.

“Please tell me I can talk you out of it.”

“Someone has to protect him.”

You close your eyes and nod, the sinking feeling in your gut only intensifying, your fear to lose him propelling you forward. “Well then let's go.”

“What? No, you stay here.”

“No fucking way. Not happening. Now let’s go, Campbell.” You roll your eyes and stride towards the RV, glancing back when you step up onto the first step waiting for him expectantly.

All he could do was shake his head and join you.

You sat with Erik in the back of the RV, wondering the whole time where it was you were going. No one had told you so all you could do was just anxiously play with Erik’s fingers.

It wasn’t until Darlene parked the RV and you got out that your stomach really felt like it fell out of your ass.

Hope River Hospital.

A hospital.

Just like your dream.

“Oh fuck me…” You breathe.

“Later,” Erik pressed his hand to your back, motioning you forward, “right now we deal with this.”

You try to swallow the lump in your throat and let Erik guide you, catching up with the group, glancing at an oncoming ambulance sideways. Who knows how many of those things have accidentally run over people.

The group of you stopped just short of the hospital's rotating entrance. Why the fuck would someone choose this design of a door over just a regular pull door was something you never thought of until now.

Something about the way the glass rotates seems way more ominous now than it ever had before.

Erik entered first, then Charlie and then Darlene. You look back at Bobby and Stefani, offering the scared boy a smile before turning, entering in the revolving door. For a few seconds you were alone and isolated, the hairs on your arm standing on end, and then you were free.

Erik wrapped his arm around your shoulder to pull you into him, his lips pressing to your forehead, but his eyes were focused on his cousin and brother just on the other side of the door.

Once Bobby had stepped in and reached the other side you reached out to him, pulling him in and Erik patted his shoulder.

“Hey. Now you see, buddy?” Erik grinned.

“We got you.” You smile at him, hoping to provide some form of comfort.

Bobby smiled at you two, a worried yet thankful smile, it not really meeting his eyes.

“Come on guys,” Darlene called, “The front desk is this way.”

The lady at the front desk told you all where you could find this mysterious ‘JB’ and pointed down the hall, telling you that it would be down the hall and to the left.

The hall felt like it stretched on, but in reality, it was just a short walk from the front desk to the morgue. You glance up at the sign just above the door.

Autopsy in Progress.

The light was on to signal to others what? Not come in? Beware? Maybe to tread with caution.

Stefani wasted no time opening the door. On the other side a man was holding what looked to be a human lung and, on the table, chest cut open and the skin peeled back, was a dead body.

The smell of death and chemicals had you covering your nose, moving closer to Erik.

“Oh umm” Stefani stood, eyes going wide at the sight of the body, not seeming to be able to tear away her gaze. “Hi.”

She continued to look at the open cavity of the body before finally looking back up at the man who still continued to hold the lung. “We’re looking for JB.”

“And who are you?” The man deadpanned, obviously annoyed at your sudden presence.

“The front desk told us we could find him down here.” Stefani looked a little hopeful. “Is that you?”

“That would be me.” 

A different voice sounded from the other side of the room causing a chill to run up your spine.

You turned your head but saw nothing. Not until Stefani started walking, leading your group behind a wall where a man at a desk with his back to you was sitting.

When the man turned, taking his glasses off, you really saw him. A very attractive older man wearing a blue button up, black tie, black slacks and suspenders. His face may have looked a little sunken in, his beard and mustache gray and no hair on his head, but his eyes are what captured you. They shined with recognition as they tracked from one person to the next.

And then he spoke again.

“William John Bludworth. But my friends call me JB.”

Just like his looks, JB’s voice - especially now that you were closer - was smooth like silk.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Stefani.” His head cocks a little, “Charlie. Darlene. But no Howard. No Julia.”

He leaned forward in his chair, dark eyes stopping at you, eyebrow quirking in a question. “And you I don’t know.”

You press your lips in a thin line and wave awkwardly, suddenly a little flushed with his full attention. “I I’m Erik’s girlfriend. I’m here to try and help.”

JB hums low.

“So,” he starts again, “which one of you is next?”

Everyone slowly pointed towards Bobby as he offered a wave and a small ‘hi’ of his own.

“I was sorry to hear about Iris.” JB turned in his seat, a frown on his face. “She was a special woman.”

“How did you know her?” Stefani spoke.

“She saved my life.” Was JB’s answer.

“When?” Now Darlene.

JB picked up a toy train, rotating it into the light, the faded colors and chipped edges becoming clear that it was a special item. “At the Sky View.”

He stares off into space, as if he was reliving the moment in real time, telling you all about how his mother brought him to work with her, that he wasn’t supposed to be at the Sky View but only to die.

How Iris came rushing onto the stage, shouting for everyone to get off the dance floor, that the glass was going to break. How Iris had looked at him when security was pulling her away.

“You were the last to die,” Stefani breathed, “you’re the little boy.”

“Correct.”

“So all this time she wasn’t… She wasn’t just protecting our family,” Stefani turned to look back at you all and then back to JB, “she was protecting you, too.”

Jb went on to tell you how he and Iris became friends. That she had tracked him down and showed him the truth of death’s design, how he helped her fortify her cabin in the woods, how he helped her get medical care for her cancer despite her fear of leaving said cabin.

You slip your hand into Erik’s, squeezing it tight and try to take in all the information that was coming at you all at once. It honestly was making your head spin and the thought of your dream last night slipping into your mind, constantly being on edge since the moment you stepped into the building.

“Iris said that you found somebody who stopped death and survived.”

“Yes.”

Bobby quickly stepped forward, eager to learn how to survive this seemingly unbeatable force. “And how do we do that?”

“There are only two ways…” 

You place a hand on Bobby’s shoulder for support.

“By killing or by dying. If you take a life, you get the time the person had left.”

Your grip tightens on both of the boys, fingers pressing in as the sick shock passes over you. Bobby? Kill someone?! No way he could do something like that.

“What?! No!” Bobby panicked. “I I I’m not going to kill someone!”

“Maybe we should let the guy finish.”

You glare at Erik and shove him with your shoulder. “Erik!”

JB just continued on as if this was a reaction he was used to seeing, telling about a woman named Kimberly Corman who, when death came for her, she died. But after she flatlined her doctor brought her back and that it broke the chain.

Erik had agreed to try but Stefani wanted to know why Iris tried to do that.

According to JB, it was a risky gamble.

“And if you fuck with death and lose, things can get very messy.”

Despite all of your pleas for help, JB just said that he was done. He was tired of giving advice to people and now that he was close to death, either from his disease or death itself, he was planning on enjoying the last bit of his life left.

He grabbed a box of his things and headed towards the exit, looking back at you, a sad smile stretched across his lips.

“Life is precious. Enjoy every single second. You never know when.”

And with a final ‘good luck’, William Bludworth turned and left, a haunting whistle following him.

When the door shut everything felt way too final. Way too real. You turned around to see Bobby leaning against a counter, his knuckles and face turning white.

“Bobby..” You rush to him.

His eyes were glassy with unshed tears and terror. He didn’t even react when you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug.

Stefani was in denial, frantically looking through all the papers and binders on the desk, determined that one of them held the key, but her incoherent babbling didn’t even register to you.

All you could focus on was the way Bobby trembled in your arms.

“Stef,” Erik’s voice rose, “he gave us an answer. Bobby’s got to die.”

“Erik!” Charlie cried.

“We are NOT killing Bobby.” You glare, daring your boyfriend to take even a step in your direction.

“Am I the only guy that just listened to that dude?” Erik huffed and pointed at the door. “There’s only one way. We kill Bobby, we resuscitate him, and then, boom, you’re all off death’s list. Congratulations."

“There has to be something else we can do, right?” As much as you didn’t want to release Bobby you needed to help find something else - ANYTHING else - to save him. You cross over to Stefani and start looking through the papers as well, eyes scanning nothing but medical mumbo jumbo. “I mean there HAS to be another solution.”

While you continued to look and look, Stefani slowly backed away from the table.

“No. No, t there is nothing else we can do, okay?”

“No! I am not taking that for an answer! Keep fucking looking.”

You move onto a binder, opening it up to see diagrams. Nothing that was helping you. You curse and toss the binder back down on the desk.

The others continued to talk behind you, a mix of fleeting home and quiet recognition, but you couldn’t understand them with the buzzing in your head.

You move on to the computer, clicking around from file to file and finding nothing in there as well.

“Fuck!” You yell.

“Uhh,” Charlie sounded behind you, causing you to finally look away from the mess in front of you, “Erik and Bobby are gone.”

You whip your head around to find that he was right.

No no no! You thought as you took off out of the morgue, looking left and right, but they weren’t there. It was starting to feel a lot like your dream last night.

Hallways that seemingly stretch on for miles. The panic that rises in your throat as you run.

Finally, as you rounded a corner you see Erik looking around. You book down the hallway towards him, not caring about the looks you were getting from the people you nearly ran over.

“Erik!” You crash into him, just about toppling him over, but thankfully he was a little stronger than people usually give him credit for. “Where is Bobby!?”

“Woah! Woah! No worries! Bobby is fine and we are going to fix everything.”

You shake your head. “No. No Erik you don’t understand.”

“Listen babe,” Erik looked around once more, seemingly spotting what he was looking for, “I don’t have time right now. Bobby and I are going to-”

“You are going to kill him and bring him back.”

Erik looked at you, shock and a smile on his face.

“Yes. Now I need that wheelchair to-”

“No you can’t!” You interrupt him again, gripping on to him when he tries to walk away from you. “Erik, it's my dream! Remember? You and Bobby die in a hospital. If you do this, YOU will die too.”

Erik knew where you were coming from and the fear you had, but there was no way he was just going to sit by and do absolutely nothing. Not when his brother’s life, not to mention his entire family's life, was on the line.

You sigh in frustration, once again knowing you couldn’t talk him out of doing something stupid but knowing you could at least help him.

“Look,” you level at him, “I know how to avoid this. I know how this goes down. Just let me help you. Where is Bobby?”

“MRI room, down the hall in front of the vending machine.”

You smile and press your lips to his in a sweet kiss before rushing down the hall in the direction of the MRI room. Inside was Bobby holding a snack in his hand, the fun wrapping you recognized as a peanut butter cup.

“Y/n?” He was surprised to see you, but you wasted no time, especially since you see the lights of the MRI machine are already on. You rush over to the controls, seeing that the power was increasing by the second.

‘How do you turn this off?!’ You take the clipboard off the keyboard and look around for maybe an off switch. After a few moments you just started to unplug any power source you could see, hoping that if you shut down the computers it would shut down the machine. 

When it didn’t seem to stop the whirring you could hear from the other room, you rush back and start searching around the machine just as Erik comes back in with a wheelchair.

“What is she doing?” Bobby looked at his brother. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know what she’s doing, but she’s here to help. Now here, sit down.”

You could hear Erik and Bobby arguing when you finally spot the power source to the MRI machine. Relief washes over you and you grip the plug, giving it a harsh tug.

And it doesn’t come out.

“Oh the fuck you are not.” You grumble as you try again and again and again until finally it comes out of the socket and the whirring sound comes to a sudden stop.

You cheer, finally believing this could actually work.

When you come from behind the machine Erik is bent over talking to a very scared Bobby.

“I’m not going to take care of Paco because you are going to be okay.” Erik looked over to you, reaching out his hand. “You, me, and Y/n are going to fix this for everyone right now.”

You take Bobby’s EpiPen from him and slip it into your back pocket before you lace your fingers with him, a smile on your face when you look down at Bobby. The fear and complete trust battle on his features, but he seemed to relax a little when you thread your other hand through his hair.

“We aren’t going to let you die. I promise.”

“Technically, we are going to let you die, but then we will bring you back.”

Bobby groaned. “Dude, that’s not funny.”

“I’m just fucking with you.” Erik snickers.

“So not cool Erik.” You say and bump him with your hip. “Come on Bobby, you got this.”

After a bit of hesitation, Bobby starts unwrapping the treat in his shaking hands. He looks at the chocolate covered death in his hands, obviously stalling, but after he looked at you and Erik he took a bite.

You stare at him, looking for any signs of an allergic reaction, but there was…. Nothing.

“Oh my god.” Bobby borderline moaned. “That’s really good.”

“It’s very good, I know.” Erik huffed. “So, what, other than good, what are you feeling?”

Bobby looked wide eyed from the candy in his hands to you and Erik, shrugging his shoulders.

“Nothing.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. What, are you telling me you aren’t allergic anymore?”

“I don’t know, man. Maybe I grew out of it.”

“Grew out of it?! Fuck!” Erik turned away, running his hands through his hair.

“It may just take a minute, Erik.” You tried to comfort him, but he wasn’t listening, explaining that he didn’t have a plan B in place.

You continue to try and get Erik to calm down, but the sound of struggling breath caught your attention. Turning, you see Bobby starting to gasp, his throat starting to close. The pure panic in his eyes tore your heart in two.

“Bobby!” Erik rushed to his side, “Hey hey, you’re doing it!”

Bobby looked at you, knowing you hold his EpiPen now, and lunged out of the wheelchair. You shout and move to dodge, just barely making it.

“Bobby! No!” Erik was quick to put himself between you and his dying brother. “She can’t give you that!”

With what little energy Bobby had left he turned and tried again, only to fall down to the ground gasping, his eyes and mouth starting to swell. You pass the EpiPen to Erik before rushing to Bobby, holding him tightly as he struggles to breathe.

Tears fall freely from your eyes. You rock Bobby back and forth, running your fingers through his hair and whispering encouragement.

“You are so brave, Bobby.”

Erik was stunned by the amount of compassion you had even in a moment like this. Rocking his brother, who was quite literally dying in your arms, trying to bring him some form of comfort.

He set down Bobby’s EpiPen on the ground, far away, though he was sure Bobby didn’t have the strength to crawl after it, and went over to the two of you.

You look up at Erik, tears staining your face. “I’m so scared.”

“Me too.” He whispers, crouching down to look at Bobby. His breathing was slowing and Erik knew that soon he was going to die. With one last look, he turned his attention to you.

And spoke from his heart.

“Marry me.”

“What?!” You stare at Erik like he had grown two heads. “This is so not the time for that, Erik!”

“I love you, Y/n. And seeing you now, taking care of my brother and my family, I can’t help it.”

“You have got some shit timing you know that?” You chuckle, feeling a little morbid having a laugh while your friend lay dying in your arms.

It takes almost 5 minutes for Bobby’s excruciating sounds to stop, then you wait another 2 before checking his pulse and not finding one.

When Erik gets your confirmation, he helps you haul Bobby’s limp body into the wheelchair and you watch as he runs down the hall to the ER, yelling for help.

Hours later you sit in the waiting room of the ER with Stefani, Charlie, and Darlene. Erik still hadn’t come back yet.

“I can’t believe you did that.” Darlene went into full parent mode on you even though she wasn’t your mom. Stefani didn’t help either with her glaring. Charlie was just scared.

You tap your foot, the nerves start to eat at you, when a door bursts open and Erik comes running in, a big stupid smile on his face.

“We did it!” He runs straight for you, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around, planting a big fat kiss on your lips.

The noise was a lot, but you didn’t care as Erik lowered you and told you that Bobby did die, total flatline, a little scared because they didn’t know if they could bring him back, but they did.

Bobby would make a complete recovery after being monitored.

You couldn’t even contain your joy as you kissed Erik, your arms wrapping around his neck tightly. The feel of him pressed against you, the beating of his still alive heart. All of it just made you so unbelievably happy.

Erik breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“Got that right.” You hum, leaning forward to peck his lips again.

“So now that we are the heroes of the Campbell family,” Erik wiggles his eyebrows, grin spreading from ear to ear, “what do you say about marrying me?”

You laugh, soft and comfortable as you nod.

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Comfort

Pairing: Erik Campbell x Reader

Warnings: mention of death, hurt?, comfort

An: I loved FD: Bloodlines and Erik is my favorite so here's a short fic! Enjoy!

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Death is coming after this family, as they were never meant to exist. It started with Howard, and the next, Julia. That's how Brenda revealed that Erik is not Howard's biological son, putting him off deaths list. In anger and confusion Erik stormed out of the house you following. Erik's jaw clenches tightly, his knuckles still white. His voice comes out hoarse with emotion. "Not biological, not his son... Everything I thought was a lie..." He turns away from everyone, breathing heavily "E walk with me..." You hold your hand out for him to take.

Erik hesitates at first but eventually follows you, his grip on your hand tight as if afraid to let go."Where are we going?" His voice trembles slightly, fighting back tears as he keeps his head down. You  stop by your car thats a bit down the block from the Campbell's house and lean against it "we can stay out here or sit in the car and talk... what ever you want" Erik leans heavily against the car beside you, staring blankly ahead with a mix of confusion and hurt in his eyes. "How can I even process this? All these years..." He swallows hard, his voice breaking "...my whole identity is gone..." You hold his hand "oh baby..." A single tear finally escapes Erik's eye as he squeezes your hand, his shoulders trembling slightly. "I thought I knew who I was... He looks at you desperately What if Howard wasn't even my real dad? Who am I really related to?" "dose it really matter? Howard raised you as his own...blood dont mean shit" Erik's breath catches at your words, a small flicker of hope appearing in his eyes despite the pain. "You're right... Howard was there when I needed him. He turns to face you fully But why would Brenda keep this from me all these years?" "fear of you felling out casted? I don't know I cant make excuses for her..." Erik runs his free hand through his hair, frustration evident in his movements. "I should be angry at her, but I just feel... lost. He looks at you with vulnerability Promise you won't leave me too?" "i ain't going anywhere... willingly" A weak but genuine smile appears on Erik's face as he pulls you closer, seeking comfort in your presence. "I need you right now... more than ever. He rests his forehead against yours Thanks for being here." "of course..." You kiss his forehead Erik closes his eyes at the gentle kiss, finally allowing some tension to leave his body. His hand moves to caress your cheek. "Can we just stay like this for a while? I don't want to face everyone else yet..." "of course darlin...how ever long you need" Erik pulls you into a proper embrace, burying his face in your shoulder. His breath comes out muffled and shaky, Erik melts into your touch, his arms tightening around your waist.

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[heliads]

Hi!! So excited your requests are open! I was wondering if you write for young!charles xavier? Where him and fem!reader (who has similar telepathic powers as him, and often communicates with him this way, e.g. through some small quips that causes him to accidentally laugh out loud) have just returned from a really tiring mission back to the school, dealt with some of the kids, and just take some time to relax and just be with each other?

Thank you very much and have a lovely day!

'like me' - charles xavier

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Charles Xavier is stressed again.

You can feel it on your skin like rushing water, pouring around your brain until all you can think about is him, him– the way it always has been, the way it always will be. The divide between you and Charles has rapidly worn away until it is practically nothing at all. It’s you and him, him and you. Almost one person. Certainly one mind.

All your life, you’ve struggled with who you want to be. Discovering your mutation at the young age of ten years old only catapulted you into a life of confusion. At first, your telepathy was nothing more than a burden. The sound of everyone’s thoughts in your head was a crashing din of noise and exhaustion. You dragged yourself through every day, bothered to overstimulation by the never ending tumult of voices in your mind, but you could never sleep enough at night, kept awake by the dreams of those around you.

Only with time were you able to calm your mind down, to set up walls between yourself and others until you could finally experience some peace within the confines of your own head. On days when you’re sick or tired, the whispers find a way to sneak in through the cracks in your mental barriers, but for the most part, you’re okay. You block out the world, and even if it makes you lonelier, and even if shutting off your mutation makes you feel like you’ve cut off a limb, you’re less distracted. It was better.

So you told yourself, at least. You had assumed that shoving everything to the very periphery of your existence was the only way to live. It wasn’t as if there were any other mutants around to tell you otherwise, after all. Then, all of a sudden, there was. Appearing out of the blue, a stranger, dressed well, with a comforting air to him. A quiet smile directed towards you, a cup of tea cooling in his hands. Charles Xavier found you and told you were going to be alright. And you believed him. And he was telling the truth.

He often does. Charles is the rare sort of person that lives life as if it isn’t just a game. He abides by the rules, and whether he wins or loses, he doesn’t cheat. Not often, and never unless it’s absolutely necessary. Charles consistently looks for the good in people, and, amazingly enough, he has a knack for finding it. The idea of a mutant school was unfathomable– too risky, too many dangerous people in one place– but of course if one person could make it happen, it would be Charles. Charles was everything to you. Is everything to you. And always will be.

You were one of the first mutants Charles found. All of the others in the first round, he met with Erik, but Charles met you by himself. He said he wanted it to be personal. Really, Charles wanted to have this moment with you to himself. Apparently, he’d been able to sense that your mutation was just like his, and he was delighted by it, a child again. You could see it in the cherubic grin on his face, the bright spark in those shining blue eyes. After all this time alone, the two of you had finally found each other.

You can still remember every detail of that first meeting even all these years later. It was impossible to forget a single thing about Charles. You were practically starstruck to be in his presence. Here was this man who knew everything about the torment in your mind, who had found a way to live without suppressing himself. His control was incredible. He led the life you wanted for yourself, and best of all, he was willing to teach it to you.

Of course you would have gone with him to this idea of a school. You would have followed him anywhere if it meant being able to embrace your gift, and later, although you didn’t know it or perhaps weren’t willing to acknowledge it, being able to embrace him. When the two of you came back to the school, Erik initially didn’t believe that the two of you had just met. It was impossible, he said. The two of you spoke to each other like you’d known each other your entire lives, not just for the span of a few hours.

And maybe you had known him forever. It certainly felt that way. Charles understood you like no one else. The two of you developed a way of speaking that drove everyone else mad, half in your heads and half aloud. You’d go five minutes just staring intently at each other, then laugh and say a word here and there that revealed absolutely nothing about the conversation taking place. As your control over your mutation grew, your talks with Charles grew more and more nonverbal until they happened entirely in your heads save for odd exclamations here and there.

It tends to interfere with his teaching. Charles will be in the middle of a lesson when you’ll pop into his mind to report on a mission or tell him a funny joke. The students have come to brush it off when Professor Xavier starts laughing in the middle of an otherwise serious debate on ethics, or a long derivation of some physics formula. It’s you, again. Always is.

Charles pretends it drives him mental, but you both know otherwise. You can feel his delight in being able to speak to you in your mind, after all. It resonates through your head just as it does in his, warming your cheeks with his own rosy blush of affection. When the two of you fell in love, you could sense it instantly. His emotions were yours. Your love was his. All of the pieces of the two of you overlapped until there was no separation between yourselves, just one great person, one Charles-and-Y/N, Y/N-and-Charles, together until the end. You adore it.

And so it has been since the very start. The two of you as one, watching over the students as they enter your school. You teach them all you can, and say fond goodbyes as some pupils leave, ready to face the outside world, this time armed with the knowledge that they can take care of themselves and their mutations. Others stay for years, perhaps indefinitely, and you treasure them for as long as you can. Everyone leaves eventually. Everyone but you and Charles.

The school is not merely a school, of course. Your primary objective will always be to care for the young mutants of the world, but there is another facet to it, and that would happen to be your extracurricular activity of saving the planet. You’re a central part of the X-Men, and often find yourself shipping out on missions across the world with the others when you’re needed.

You’ve been on a particularly nasty mission for a few weeks now, but at long last, you’re on a plane headed home. You always miss Charles whenever you’re away; feeling his connection to you grow shakier the farther you’re apart before dropping away entirely once you’re out of range is nothing short of heartbreaking. Whenever you’re unable to communicate directly through your minds, you feel like a child again, utterly alone and with no idea that she could ever find someone to love and understand her the way Charles does.

You come back, though. You always come back. This time, it was a little less certain that you would, but after several harrowing weeks, you’re finally landing at the mansion, and you know everything is going to be okay again. You have a few minor injuries that need clearing in the medical wing, and there are reports that need to be written, but it is over, the fear is over.

Still, there is one person in the mansion who will not stop being afraid until you find him. You saw Charles briefly when you arrived, and eagerly fell into his embrace upon disembarking, but you were split up by the necessity of medical attention and wrapping up some lingering loose ends. Once the end of the day is upon you, though, and your bandages have been wrapped and wounds treated, you want nothing more than to find Charles again.

You can feel his stress pressing in on you from all sides. He gets like this a lot when missions are running, Jean has told you that, but this time it’s worse than usual. You were only able to send him quick, intermittent messages through the radio, and all delivered bad news. The odds that you would come back severely injured were high, and even if you managed to beat them, the possibility was still there.

You make your way out of the medical wing, walking through the halls of the mansion towards the living quarters. On the way, you’re stopped by several children who’ve waited up to see you, and after assuring them that you’re alright and will be back to training with them soon, you’re free to bid them goodnight and head upstairs.

Charles is waiting for you in your shared room. He’s been whispering to you all evening, making sure you’re okay and that you’re coming to find him soon, but once you open the door and come face to face with him once more, the whispers suddenly stop. All is quiet.

“I missed you,” he says aloud.

You smile. “I know. I missed you too.”

Charles’ face, a portrait of anxiety, cracks with relief at last and he holds out his arms to you. You release yourself towards him and let him embrace you. Charles’ breath is warm on your face, and his hand rubs calming circles on the small of your back. The comfort of finally being back with him is indescribable, closest to finally taking a breath after suffocating. The last few weeks have been tumultuous and torturous, but at long last, you know you’re going to be okay again. You’re with Charles. What could ever harm you?

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[basmentbunnyyy]

Vanish into you Pt. 1 (Erik Sundqvist x Reader)

A/N: I saw 28 years later last night with my brother and this little Swedish man has been buzzing around in my head non stop and the lack of fics on him are CRIMINAL!!!

Prompt: You're Spikes' sister and am so relieved to have your brother back safe and sound, but am intrigued by the soldier he brought home with him. 2k words :3

The village kitchen was bustling with people, all shuffling around and preparing food for the community. It was your turn to serve lunch for the kids in school, you stared down at the vegetables you were chopping, the knife shook softly in your hands. 15 days. Your little brother and mum have been gone for 15 days, and with each passing day it becomes harder to go about life normally. You were beyond worried, the stress of their absence taking a toll on you.

A large hand on your shoulder startling you out of your thoughts, the knife clattered loudly on the cutting board, and you flinched slightly, whipping your head around to see your father standing there, half concerned, half guilty look etched on his face. You sighed loudly and looked down to avoid eye contact. You didn’t want to blame him for your brother's little stunt of running away to the mainland, but it was proven to be more difficult than you thought. You were much older than Spike, yet your dad never trusted you, or trained you to fight. He insisted from a young age that you had no place out there, that it was too dangerous, yet he threw your 12 year old  brother out after only a few years of training. If you hadn’t spent years rotting away in this kitchen, maybe you could have been the one to go out and help mum, or at least Spike would have trusted you enough to go with him. Not to mention him lying about the doctor, mums’ illness, and the adultery with Rosey. You shiver at the memory of Spike telling you what he caught your father doing the night of his celebration, it made your stomach sour. 

“Is everything alright?” he asks, eyes flickering from the fallen knife, up to your face. 

You glowered back at him, wordlessly grabbing the knife and chopping again. 

“Right.. dumb question” He trails off awkwardly, once he’s met with your silence again he continues. 

“You know if I could search for them I would, but you know I can’t” he exasperates

“The rules are the rules they said no rescue missions-”

“They’re your wife and son for christ sake!!” you snap, turning to look at him, eyes beginning to water. 

“I.. if I knew I had a fighting chance I’d be the first one out that gate” you whimper, tears threatening to fall. Your fathers eyes furrow and he sighs, running his hand through his hair frustratingly. 

“But of course you wouldn’t, you're too busy banging Rosey” you sneer, he bangs his fist loudly on the counter, gaining the attention of all the other people cooking. 

“You watch your mouth girl” he growls, threateningly, his fist clenched tight next to him, the other hand pointing an accusatory finger into your chest. 

“What? You gonna hit me too?” The tears fall freely from your eyes this time. His gaze softens if only a bit, and he lowers his hands, looking off in the distance, as if wondering how to respond, too stubborn to apologize. 

A loud commotion outside took the attention off you and your father, everyone rushing to the door and peering out. You could see the people at the watchtower talking to someone from a distance. Your stomach does a flip and without much thought, you rush to the gate as fast as your legs could take you, your father not far behind you. 

“IS IT SPIKE?!” you cry out, hopefully, the man turns around and nods down at you. You're at the front of the gate now, next to Jenny, but she has a concerned look on her face that makes you uneasy. 

“What's the problem?! Let them in!” you plea, and she looks back at you  “He’s not alone” she warns. Your face scrunches up in confusion 

“Is mum with him?” you ask hopefully.

“I’m.. afraid not dearie, he’s with a man, and I think he has a baby with him.”

“What?!” you ask baffled, confused about your mothers absence, and the extras along with him. 

“Let me see him!!” you cry, trying to peak outside the gate, when  Jenny grabs you firmly, and sets you aside.

“Back away from the gate!” she growls authoritatively and you sigh exasperatedly

Jenny takes a good hard look at everyones eyes, including the infants’, before letting them in. The grates open with a loud creek and emerges your brother, and behind him is a full suited soldier, with a baby cradled in his arms. “Spike..” you croak, tumbling into a hug, holding him with a bear tight grip, as if you’d let go he’d disappear. Your father was quick to join the hug, and as mad as you were at him, it felt nice to have the family together.  The hug lasted several seconds before you pulled away and looked around, preparing to ask something you didn't want the answer to.

“Spike..where's mum?” you ask, your voice trembling with every word. His face fell, avoidant of your gaze, you could see tears dripping down his face. You brought your hand up to your mouth, hand trembling 

“Oh god..” you whisper, before breaking down into tears losing all strength in your body as you doubled over, your father trying to hold you as you cry. You look up at your brother with tear stained eyes, 

“Did…did she turn?” Your father asks, holding on tight to the both of you.

“No, she was sick, and there was no cure, the doctor did what he had to..she was..suffering” Spike's voice quivered as he spoke. You guys sat in silence, just holding each other. Jenny walked over, putting a comforting hand on your fathers shoulder. 

“I’m so sorry guys, but I have to talk to Jamie real quick” She interrupts, and your father reluctantly stands up. 

“I’m not so sure about letting outsiders in, we don’t know anything about him” Jenny whispers, your gaze flickered to the Soldier standing awkwardly by the gate, he was fully armed with weapons, he looked rugged and like he’d been through hell, a stark contrast to the little infant he carried with him, swaddled in a soft, only slightly dirtied white shirt. 

“Are you kidding me?! He saved my life, you can’t just kick him out!!” Spike intervened

Jenny looked to Jamie for guidance, and Spike gripped your fathers arm. 

“Dad please! He’s not dangerous, he’s the only reason I made it back alive” Your dad sighed, looking back at the soldier, then back at Spike. 

“Maybe we can keep a close eye on him, I mean, if he helped Spikey and led him here, the least we could do is give him shelter for a few nights” he bargained. Jenny crossed her arms and glared at the soldier, but nodded. 

“Fine, but only for a few days” she warned, walking away. When you look back to the soldier a woman from the village is softly grabbing the infant from him and walking away, probably to find the baby some formula no doubt.

 Spike grabs your hand and leads you to him. 

“Sis, this is Erik, he’s a soldier from Sweden” he beams. You raise your brows at that. 

“Sweden huh? How the hell did you end up out here?” You ask. Up close you could fully examine Erik, he was tall, ash blonde hair, brown eyes and soft features smeared in sweat and dirt. 

“My unit got ambushed, and when we sought for shelter out here we got picked off one by one, i’m the only survivor..” his face forming a grieving, melancholic look. 

“Oh..I'm.. i’m so sorry” you gave him your condolences. After you introduced yourself to him your father went to grab Spike and whisked him away, most likely for a shower and for him to examine any injuries he sustained. Jenny came up behind you and rubbed your back softly. 

“Why don’t you show our guest to the barn loft where he’ll be staying”. 

“The barn loft? That place is filthy, why can’t he just stay at my house?” and Jenny almost cackles. 

“Oh sure dearie, bring that up with your father not me” She giggles again. You roll your eyes and grab his sleeve gently. 

“Come on I’ll show you to my house, I'm sorry about her, she’s just overprotective of everyone here” Erik nods softly and follows you. The walk to the house is quiet, you look over at him and find yourself going over his features once again, ‘he’s handsome’ you thought to yourself. He looked back, shooting a slightly confused look at you, embarrassed, you snapped your head back to front and began to try and fill the empty space. 

“So, is that your baby?” you ask, he looks over at your and scoffs

“Definitely not my baby” He responds, almost laughing.

“Then whose baby is that?” You asked, more confused than before. He clears his throat

“Uhm, your mother, delivered it, from an infected, but she wasn’t infected”

“Oh..” you trail off, the thought of your mother bringing an overwhelming sadness over you. 

“Does she have a name yet?” you ask, feeling safe enough to glance over again. Erik smiles ever so softly at you.

“Isla” he says warmly, that brings a smile to your face, and your eyes well up with tears. You sniffle and nod. 

“Of course..that's a perfect name”. 

After you guys finally reach your house you bring Erik inside, to find dad and Spike sat in the kitchen, seemingly in the middle of a scolding and apologizing sesh. 

“Hey Spikey” you smile at him, pulling him into a hug again, relieved to have him back home safe. 

Your father raises an eyebrow at you and Erik. 

“Isn't he supposed to be in the hayloft?” he points at Erik. 

“Well I was just thinking it's so dirty in the hayloft, and well, the sky looks like rain tonight and-” 

“Darling, ya know I love you but no way in hell i’m letting a stranger in my home where my daughter sleeps” Your father scolds. 

“Dad he’s not a stranger” Spike rebuttals and your father sighs. 

“Listen you two, I'm not in the mood for arguing, tonight we're celebrating Spike's return. I already talked to some ladies in town and they’re setting up something real nice for you son, I want you all to be there so get ready, everything should be set by sundown. 

You turn to Erik and sigh

“It's okay, really, I don’t mind the hayloft, I promise you I've slept in worse,” Erik jokes. You nod back and reply

“He’ll come around don't worry, now come on let's get you cleaned up for the party, I bet your dying for a proper meal and something to drink” He smiles and nods 

“I sure am”.

The hayloft is only a 5 minute walk from your house and on the way out you grab some soap, a change of clothes you stole from your dad, and a towel for Erik to clean up with. You show him the loft and one of the showering stations behind the barn. You turn the water on for him and wait for it to turn warm, making sure the water heater system you guys used was still working. 

“Well, you're all set Erik, the water seems warm enough, it’s not the most private shower but its behind the barn so I think you’ll be fi-” You turn around to see Erik had already shed most of his gear, only left with his dark green cargo trousers, and was peeling off his white under shirt. His body looked strong, chiseled, and was covered in bruises and grime. Your eyes widened and you almost yelped at the sight. Your cover your eyes and try to hide the crimson blush that spread across your cheeks. 

“Oh god i'm so sorry! I didn’t know you were undressing yet, w-well I better get g-going I was gonna wash your clothes but I guess I'll come back for them” You babble, and Erik looks at you with an amused smirk. 

“What’s wrong, village girl? Never seen a man shirtless before? I’m not naked you know, you can open your eyes” He chuckles. You open your eyes to see his shirt fully off his body this time, and your blush only deepens. 

“You know.. I could use some help getting my back” He teases and you feel your knees weaken at the thought. 

“Um, I really should get going, I have to freshen up as well before the party, I’ll see you later bye!” You tell him as you hurriedly walk back to your house, Erik just chuckles, amused by your reactions, and wondering if your innocence is just an act, or if you're truly that bashful, either way it intrigued him and left him wondering about you during his shower. 

‘He’s sure warming up quick’ you thought to yourself, thinking about how shy he’d acted earlier. Your stomach fluttered nervously at the thought of seeing him at the celebration tonight, and you found yourself picking out the cutest dress you owned.

[chubbyreaderwriter]

Try, Try Again

Charles Xavier x Plus Size/Chubby Reader

Imagine: Charles wants to tell you how he feels. He asks for advice from the other team members but it doesn't quite turn out like he wants it to.  

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: none. 

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Charles was more than stressed. He wanted to ask you out on a date but he didn’t have the most experience with women he was attracted to. So, he made the decision to ask for some advice from the team, thinking that surely they would have some helpful advice for him. Well...

Erik

Erik was the first person he decided to ask. The German mutant had been partially surprised, “I’m not sure why you came to me on this matter, my friend, but if I was in your position, I would ask her to accompany me to do something she likes.” Charles nodded his head in agreement, “That’s a good idea, where should I take her?” Erik sighed as he put down his newspaper to think, waiting for the first thing to come to mind, Charles’ love life wasn’t really the main priority for himself. “I recall a conversation between herself and Raven, I think she likes ice cream.” 

Charles smiled to himself as he hunted you down the next day, spending most of last night searching up ice cream parlours nearby that he thought you might like. It was just his luck that he stumbled upon you and Erik in one of the many living rooms in the large house. He cleared his throat to get your attention and almost forgot what he wanted to say when you flashed him that captivating smile of yours, “Hello Charles, how are you today?” Erik looked between the two of you with mild interest behind his newspaper. 

Charles gave you a smile in return and stood up straight with his hands clasped behind his back which Erik recognised as a sign that his friend was nervous. “I am doing well, thank you dear, but I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to an ice cream parlour this evening, I think you’d enjoy it.” He was confused when you looked a little offended. You scoffed as you got up, “Is that some kind of joke? You of all people should know I’m lactose intolerant.” You walked out of the room, and Erik couldn’t help the small smile that emerged on his face from his friend’s rejection. 

Charles sighed and then turned to give Erik a pointed look, “You said she would like it.” Erik just looked back at his newspaper, “I believe I said ‘I think’, I’m terribly sorry I didn’t do a very good job of spying on your crush, I’ll be sure to do it better from now on.” Charles groaned and flopped down onto the couch thinking about his next move. 

Alex

Alex was the next person on his list. He was sure that the young man had plenty of experience with woman and would be able to help him. Alex had laughed at him at first before patting him on the shoulder, “Relax man, all you gotta do is recite some mushy crap from one of her favourite movies or books. It’s easy.” Charles didn't think that anything would go bad, as long as he chose the right one. 

He waited until the two of you were alone in the main living room, you were helping him clean up after a rather rowdy games night, but in all fairness maybe it hadn’t been a good idea to allow Raven and Sean encourage everyone to drink alcohol. Only Charles and Erik refrained from touching it, you having a couple glasses of wine to get yourself to a nice buzz. You didn’t let yourself have too much, you hated hangovers at the best of times and certainly didn’t want one when Charles was making everyone get up at the crack of dawn for training, no thank you. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you finished picking up all the rubbish, the empty beer bottles and putting all the various game pieces back into their respective boxes.

As you turned to face him, having set the last box away in the storage cupboard, you let out a gasp as he was stood right behind you. Your breath hitched as his hands came up to gently hold your shoulders, wordlessly demanding your attention as he begun to speak, “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” Charles felt his own heart speeding up as he watched your lips part and split into a wide smile, unmistakable joy written on your face. He couldn’t help mirroring it, a sense of victory building-

“Charles! You little bugger, you were listening in on me weren’t you? I mean can you blame me, Pride and Prejudice is my all time favourite book and if my own Mr Darcy was to ever say those words to me, I think I’d quite literally swoon at his feet. But I didn’t know you were a fan of it too, I hadn’t gotten up to that bit yet!” Charles could only watch with a look that could only be described as flabbergasted, as you stepped away from his hold, over to the side of the couch where you pulled out a slightly worn copy of said book from the coffee table. “If I knew you were such a fan, I’d have offered to read it with you from the beginning. Oh this is so exciting, I’ve not met anyone else who’s read it before, tell me all your opinions and don’t leave out a thing.” 

He just about managed to stop his jaw from dropping. How had that backfired? He was sure it would work. Now he was forced to quickly scramble through your thoughts and memories to try and find the answers you were waiting for. 

Alex failed at trying to stifle his laughter behind his fist upon Charles’ retelling of what happened with you, “Well I’m glad someone finds it so amusing.” The blonde couldn’t find the decency in him to look even remotely guilty, “Sorry man, that’s just gotta be the worst case of bad timing ever, hey at least you can spend more time with her now you’ve been dragged in as part of her book club.” Charles groaned and rubbed his face with his palm, if he wasn’t such a gentleman he would have just grabbed your face and pulled you into the most passionate kiss you’ve ever had. 

Hank

“Me? Oh I don’t know Charles, I think you’re asking the wrong person. I-I don’t even know anything about dating.” Charles let out a soft sigh of defeat as Alex openly scoffed at Hank’s remark, “You got that right, old bigfoot here doesn’t seem the womanizer type.” Hank’s face twisted into a scowl in Alex’s direction but as angry as he was, the blonde man was true. He had very little experience with women himself, but he was the avid researcher and though he would admit it to no one, he had found himself looking into such topics one time, or two. 

Hank waited until Alex wasn’t paying attention to them before mumbling out, “Maybe you could take her for a walk in the gardens?” He didn’t wait for a response, eagerly scurrying off back into the direction of his own study within Charles’ home. Charles pondered on the idea, no, he supposed it wasn’t a bad idea at all. 

He had waited until you’d finished your sparring in the gym with Raven before asking you to join him this afternoon for a little stroll. You didn’t hesitate to agree to accompany him and Charles chose to ignore the way his sister watched the interaction between the two of you with a raised brow. He was just happy to be having more alone time with you. 

The weather was a little cloudy but still perfectly okay to walk in, not too cold or windy. You wore a knee length skirt, a plain blouse and a thin cardigan. Nothing too fancy but you felt incredibly underdressed as Charles appeared in his usual formal attire, slacks and a button down shirt with a matching jacket. He offered you his arm as you walked and you couldn’t help the dramatic curtsey before taking it, falling into step beside him. “So dearest Charles, tell me, what do I owe the pleasure of your company this afternoon?” Even though your tone was teasing, he couldn’t help the flutter in his chest at the implication that you enjoyed his company. 

Charles smiled as the two of you continued walking, trying to maintain an air of confidence around him, masquerading his overflowing nerves. “Do I need a reason to want to walk with you, love?” You couldn’t help the faint blush from his little pet names, they were one of your weaknesses, especially in his soft voice. Charles’ ego was well and truly stroked, having managed to make you blush, giving him all the encouragement he needed to finally tell you how he feels. He slowed his pace down a little and turned his head towards you, “But you are right, my dear, there is a reason behind this little excursion.” He took a deep breath before he begun his confession, “My dear (Y/N), you are-” “Ah!” 

Your exclamation had his attention immediately, watching you look up to the skies whilst wiping your hand over your neck. You looked back down at the water on your fingertips in mild annoyance before raising your head back to him, “Sorry Charles, I thought it was raining. What was it you were saying?” Charles only smiled at you, “It’s quite alright, love. Ever since I’ve laid eyes on you, I-” Boom! 

A sharp crack echoed in the sky and duel gasps erupted from both of you as the clouds immediately began their heavy downpour. “Hurry! Let’s get back inside!” You grabbed Charles’ hand and ran with him back towards the house. The rain was pummelling down so heavy you were completely soaked within seconds. You were running in front, still holding onto Charles’ hand behind you as you pushed open the door into the house, quickly pulling Charles in behind you to get out of the rain. Looking down at your soaked clothes and seeing the way Charles’ hair was sticking to his forehead, you couldn’t help the laughter bubbling out of your throat. You tried to hide it behind your hand but Charles heard it and in turn, let out a soft chuckle of his own at the situation. “That was so strange! I’ve never seen it pour down so quickly before.” 

Charles nodded in agreement, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought it was another mutant trying to get my attention.” You slipped out of your wet shoes, cringing at the feeling of your socks squelching on the hardwood floor. “Anyways I’m sorry we got interrupted, you had something you wanted to tell me?” Charles watched you wring your hair out into a small puddle on the floor, giving you a small smile, “Oh no, it’s alright love, you go get yourself dried off, it wasn’t important.” He couldn’t help but think you looked almost disappointed at his words but he couldn’t be sure as you wasted no time in heading towards your room to change out of your wet clothes. 

. . . 

Charles placed his soggy jacket over the radiator in his study, running a hand through his wet hair before giving Hank (who was sitting in the chair opposite his desk) a pointed look, “Well. That didn’t go to plan did it.” Charles had changed into a simple pair of grey joggers and a navy blue jumper as well as some thick slipper socks to dry out his feet. He gave a heavy sigh as he flopped down into his chair, “This is hopeless, what am I doing wrong?” 

“First of all, you’re taking advice from men, that’s what’s wrong.” Charles turned his head to look at Raven, who stood in the open doorway with her arms folded over her chest. He raised a brow at his adoptive sister, who continued on as she walked into the room to take the seat next to Hank, facing Charles, “And second, you’re over complicating things. (Y/N) is a simple girl, if a little naïve. You have to be more direct. It’s not as hard as you’re making it out to be.” Charles leaned his head back against his chair, shaking his head with a soft laugh, “Now, why didn’t I think to ask you in the first place.”

“Because you’re an idiot, that’s why. An idiot in love, but still an idiot.” Raven grinned at her brother before she leaned against the table and started giving Charles all the information he needed to hopefully, finally be able to tell you how he feels. 

It was the next morning and to say that he was nervous was an understatement. Of course, if he desired he could easily read into your mind and see if his feelings were returned but he always tried to refrain from doing that if unnecessary or without consent. It was an invasion of privacy to say the least to have your entire mind exposed to him, to have someone know every single little thing about you, everything you’ve ever known, without you ever needing to say a word. 

Charles caught you on your own, reading in the main living room once again. He couldn’t help but cringe at the glance of the title, Pride and Prejudice, having been reminded of the misunderstanding a few days prior. He softly cleared his throat as he entered the room, announcing his presence to you without causing alarm. Your head snapped up from your book, your brows that were furrowed in concentration softening as you saw it was Charles in front you, “Good morning Charles, how are you today?” He smiled, “I’m very well thank you, love. How are you this morning?” 

There it was again. Love. The way he said it had this way of turning your insides to mush. You wished you could hear him say it all the time but on second thought, you would hate for the constant repetition to cause you to get sick of it so perhaps not. The concerned look on Charles’ face brought you out of your musings, softly shaking your head before giving him a wide smile, “I’m great, now am I right in assuming you need my help with something, or was your mission this morning just to come and ask me how I am?” 

He chuckled at your words before walking closer to you to sit on the chair arm of your seat, turning his body so he was facing you. He placed his hand under your chin to tilt your head up to look at him. You gasped softly as he did so, feeling your heart beating so fast it was sure to burst out of your chest. “My dear, I have been trying for the past week to gather enough courage to tell you how I feel.” Your eyes widened at the implications of his words and though you wanted to interrupt, you let him continue, “I have been enamoured with you since the moment I met you. Your kind soul, your charm, your wit, and of course your beauty. Love, you’re as radiant as the first light of dawn and I would be honoured if you would allow me to take you to dinner tonight.” 

There was a moment of silence before a soft “wow” that was barely audible left your lips. You felt frozen to your core, never had you imagined that a guy as perfect as Charles would ever be interested in you. You continued to stare up at him as though you were in a trance. Charles moved his hand to lightly press the back of his hand against your forehead, checking for a temperature, “Love?” 

His voice broke you out of it and the smile you had was hurting your cheeks, it was so wide. “Oh Charles, how could I possibly say no?” Charles let out a sigh of relief at your response, promptly rising to his feet to take your hand and haul you up to stand with him. Your arms instinctively raised to wrap around his shoulders as his hands were placed on your waist. He smiled as he held you close, before a he pretended to think, “I do believe that I was promised to have you swooning at my feet.” You bit your bottom lip and tilted your head to the side, feigning consideration, “Hm, I think that’s more of a second date activity.” 

Raven, Sean, Hank, Alex and Eric kept quiet as they huddled a little further down the hallway watching the two of you embraced in each other’s arms. Raven smugly nudged Alex’s shoulder, “See, I told you I’d get them together.” “Tch, yeah well he came for my help first.” Sean frowned, “Hey how come he didn’t ask me?” The other four decided not to answer the ginger boy, though the eye rolls and avoided eye contact was answer enough. 

[ef-1]

I see some confusion (both real and manufactured lol) about the authenticity of the claims reported by F1-Insider on the Red Bull seat.

There are two main claims in that article

That everyone, including "the Verstappen family" were told by Horner and Helmut that Sergio WILL be replaced by the next race in Zandvoort:

2. That the drastic change of course was the result of Liberty Media (the rights holder to all of F1) pressuring Red Bull not to drop Sergio during the break because it would cost Liberty too much money if the only Mexican driver, who is regarded a hero, is dropped before the Mexican GP- tanking the event:

There has been a lot of handwringing about how F1-Insider is not a reliable news source, this is only partially correct because they are not really AMuS (<- regarded as THE gold standard in f1 journalism and reporting) F1-insider mostly report on other people's interviews and sources, it is however a reliable Verstappen camp source. Ralf Bach, the owner of F1-Insider AND MORE IMPORTANTLY THE AUTHOR OF THIS ARTICLE is a career long f1 journalist (30 yr long veteran and is inducted in the paddock hall of fame) has been a Verstappen camp insider since 2016 (think of him as Erik van Haren-lite), if he says something about the Verstappens it is either from Jos or Raymond. He's also by extension close to Helmut (Helmut gave him all those exclusive interviews about how close Red Bull came to bringing Seb back into Red Bull after Ferrari refused to extend him). Most of F1-Insider's interviews are from Red Bull, specifically Helmut and camp Verstappen.

Ralf Bach and Jos are even closer than that because they're friends. In 2021, Jos complained to Bach about Lewis and Toto without knowing he was saying those comments on the record because he thought he was just chatting with Bach as a friend. When Bach wrote about those comments in F1-Insider, Jos tweeted that he doesn't know who F1-Insider is because he didn't know Bach had founded his own company and the website was still quite new. Bach then asked Jos to delete that tweet because it dented F1-insider's credibilty and Jos DID delete that tweet because didn't want to make his friend look like a liar and he HAD said those things to Bach lol. + Bach was only second to EVH when it came to reporting Jos' side of the story when they were trying to overthrow Horner after news of the allegations against him broke.

For Ralf Bach to say, and I quote ,"The Verstappen family were surprised [...] Horner and Helmut gave them a clear statement: Perez is gone" literally means only 1 of 2 things: This is coming directly from camp Verstappen, either from Raymond or most probably Jos given that's his friend and the way Ralf specifically made sure to say 'the Verstappen family' (girl who else? Sophie? Victoria?).

Whether both claims are true can be up for debate but what is a point of fact is that Ralf Bach is reporting what camp Verstappen is telling him they know. And they're telling him that they were verbatim told by both Horner and Helmut that Sergio will be booted on Sunday after the race. The heli ride with Daniel, Max, Jos and Raymond + the fact that camp Verstappen have no reason to lie about this point to at least most of this being true.

[flight180]

Revelations. Part 1.

Bobby Campbell x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word count: 998

—————

You were sitting on your boyfriend Bobby’s bed, listening to him talking about his family. The boy’s life has been far from ideal as of late; you knew about the death of Bobby’s grandmother, but after the death of his father, you’ve been staying in the family house as per his request.

They all had a sort of impromptu family meeting earlier, but you had stayed in Bobby’s room, not wanting to intrude. He had returned and immediately started talking, not necessarily ranting like you heard his brother Erik do so downstairs, but more so venting to you in a string of consciousness type manner.

“She had been talking about our Grandma, Iris. And…she had all these papers and stuff stuck on the wall, she was saying some pretty freakish things.”

Bobby says with a soft sigh as he sits on the edge of his bed. You rub his shoulder gently, trying to soothe some of the obvious tension he’s holding in. His shoulders relax slightly at your touch as he begins to speak again…

“Something about death…coming for us all. For my family.”

You look up at him, his face tired, eyes soft and mouth downturned as if a lost puppy left on the side of the street. “What?”

Bobby noticed the shift in your expression, your sudden peak of interest in what he was talking about, and the way your eyebrows furrowed almost with a hint of worry in your eyes.

He clears his throat slightly, before adjusting his position to sit cross legged on the bed. “Yeah, like…my grandma was a total recluse…we never really spoke about her. But…Stefani went to talk to her and now…well, y’know.” Bobby looks down at his clasped hands as he hesitantly speaks, rubbing his thumbs together in a self soothing manner.

“Apparently she saw something, years ago, and there was an accident. But she saw it before it happened…like a vision…and she survived. That’s why she went crazy and hid away from everyone.”

Your eyes widen as you look at your boyfriend’s nervous state. “A…vision?”

“Kinda kooky, right?” Bobby chuckles slightly, but you could tell from the anxious tone that he didn’t actually find it funny at all.

You didn’t answer Bobby’s question. Instead, you had a blank expression painted on your face. Was it shock…? Confusion…? Fear maybe…? Bobby looks up at you, noticing your lack of response. It was like he could see the millions of thoughts racing through your head as you stare at the boy.

“Y/n?”

“Um…did Stefani say anything else?” You ask quietly, whispering as if not wanting to be heard...not wanting to face an answer…

“Not really…just that we were gonna die in order of age or something, but nobody believed her.”

“Do you?”

Bobby rubs the back of his neck with a despondent look on his face. The boy takes a few seconds to respond, before looking up at you and saying, “I mean…it’s weird. I dunno what to believe…”

You take your phone from your pocket, quickly tapping the phone and showing Bobby search results on the screen.

FLIGHT 180 SURVIVOR STRANGLES IN BATHROOM

On the screen, an article with an old looking picture of a boy seemingly around your age.

“What’s this?” Bobby takes the phone from your hand, his eyebrows furrowed with confusion as he reads the text on the screen.

“My brother.”

His attention is immediately on you as his head snaps up from the screen at hearing your words. “You…never mentioned you had a brother.”

“Two actually…my dad was married once before he married my mom.” You awkwardly reply. It was always a hard topic, something you preferred not to tell people about to avoid the conversation. It was practically a taboo topic in your household too, your father only loosing his temper if you ever brought your half-brothers up.

You could see the look on Bobby’s face. A mixture of sympathy for you, but also confusion, clearly wondering why you never told him.

“Two dead brothers isn’t exactly a conversation starter…” You say with a sigh.

“Right, sorry…why are you telling me now though?”

“Flight 180, Bobby. It was my brothers’ French class trip. Tod’s best friend, Alex, had a vision that the plane was gonna explode. Alex, Tod and some others got off the plane. It took off and it exploded. George, my oldest brother, died on the plane…and Tod, well that’s what the article’s about. Police said it was suicide, but who hangs themself in the bathtub?”

“I still don’t understand what you’re getting at, y/n.” Bobby places a gentle hand on your thigh, it’s clear he wants to comfort you as you tell him about your brothers, he’s always been a very sympathetic guy and in touch with emotions, but he’s also battling the confusion he is feeling. His grandmother and father just both died horrifically, his cousin who he hasn’t even heard from in ages is suddenly throwing conspiracy theories in their family’s face and now his partner is dropping a major life bombshell on him.

“Everyone kept dying, Bobby. By 2001 everyone who got off that plane was dead. Similar things have happened, visions, accidents, people think it’s a coincidence then they die.” You say with an exasperated voice, the worry has now began to set in. When you first found out about Tod and George, it was from finding Tod’s funeral service in a cupboard in your house. Followed by George’s letter jacket…or what was left of it sealed in a plastic bag. It didn’t take you long to figure it out, and with a search of their names on the internet you were quickly met with many articles and websites about Flight 180 appearing on the screen.

Bobby shifts uncomfortably on the bed, his eyes widening slightly as if your worry is contagious and has now spread all over the boy’s face.

“You think…Stefani’s right?” His words catch in his throat, causing his voice to break slightly.

“Maybe…”

[x-prettyboy-x]

Erik fluff please! Him getting teased by his family for being soft only around reader (preferred fem but could be neutral!)

Domesticated

Anon, I adore this request. Thank you for sending it in🫶🏻

Pairing: Erik Campbell x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none, this is just tooth rotting fluff and cute funny family dynamics

Contents: Erik being mean to everyone except you, siblings being siblings, reader eating up the siblings banter.

Wc; 942 words

Masterlist

It was rare these days to have all of the family gathered in one place, especially if Erik was on the game in the living room. After the paco situation, Bobby wouldn't even approach him once he'd turned that game on.

Brenda and Howard watched in awe from the kitchen, Bobby and Julia sitting on the couch across from you two in.. confusion, irritation.

Erik was laying with his head in your lap, his legs crossed over the edge of the couch while he played Mortal Kombat, you watching him play while you ran your fingers through his hair.

"This isn't fair.." Bobby mumbled, leaning over to Julia "He'd bite my head off if I even tried to talk to him during a match."

Julia scoffed under her breath, just in shock as her brother "Well yeah, she's like.. domesticated him. Like when you turn the mean old stray cat into a fat house cat that eats every 30 minutes and sleeps in the bed with you."

"Can both of you do me a kindness and shut the fuck up?" Erik spoke up, glancing over at the two of them. You rolled your eyes in a playful manor and took the controller from his hands, Bobby thinking to himself Erik was for sure about to let you have it.

"You dont own the living room, baby." You spoke softly, looking down at him.

"Yeah, yeah. My bad." Erik nodded, and only then did you give the controller back to him.

Bobby practically jumped out of his seat at the sight, "Oh cmon! You would've made my life a living hell if I even tried to take the controller from you mid game!"

"Hes pussy whipped." Julia spoke up with a small laugh, way too entertained by the series of events in front of her.

Erik groaned and paused the game, setting the controller on the table and sitting up to face them "Hey, I am not fucking pussy whipped."

"Oh please, shes made you soft. She makes you eat and you dont argue, she makes you drink water and you dont argue, you'll do anything she says. And then when she leaves, you're back to being the brother we know and love" Julia shot back without missing a beat, it was clear in her tone she was just teasing him, she wasn't trying to argue.

"Thats not a thing, so what I'm a little happy? Is a guy not allowed to be happy anymore, huh?"

Brenda stepped into the room with a small smile on her face "We aren't saying you cant be happy Erik, they're just pointing out you have been.. nicer since shes been around."

"Okay, fuck this." Erik groaned and got up, walking off to his room, you quickly following after him.

"I am not soft." Erik scoffed as you entered his bedroom soon after him and you smiled, walking over and taking his face into your hands carefully, tracing your thumb along his cheekbone.

"No, you aren't."

He hummed quietly and leaned into your touch, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his lap, your thighs on either side of his "You are not helping." He laughed, shaking his head to himself.

"Okay maybe you're just a little soft.. but there's nothing wrong with that. I like this side of you." You whispered, leaning down to place a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Yeah? Is that the only side of me you like?" He moved to trail kisses along your jaw, a small smirk on his face. You knew that cocky tone way too well.

"No. Not at all.

-

A few weeks later, the family had planned a barbecue, something they tried to do as often as they could now. Erik was watching Bobby and Charlie jump on the trampoline, his arms wrapped around your waist from behind, his head resting on your shoulder. Stefani was the first to comment on it.

She'd walked up with a cup of ice water in her hand, a pleasant smile. "Wow, Erik. I didnt take you for the smitten.. public display of affection type."

Erik had rolled his eyes and sent a small glare her way, like she'd just walked into his sanctuary and caused a disruption. "Fuck off, youre disturbing my peace."

And of course, Julia being the amazing sister she was, she couldn't resist the urge to say something. Again.

"You've got him wrapped around your finger, tell me your ways. Tell me how you tamed the beast, please. You dont have to live with him." She'd laughed, genuinely seeming like she wanted to know.

Erik spoke up before you had the chance, "Julia. Walk away before I walk over and accidentally mention to mom about that boy I saw sneaking out of your room the other night, yeah?" Julia walked away without another word.

You sighed and turned around to face him, tilting your head in playful dissapointment at him. "You'll have to get used to it eventually, you know. They're your family. It's practically their job to tease you."

"Sure, but if I just sit back and let them talk, I'm just proving their point."

"Baby.. so what if you're a little soft, hm? Who cares. There's nothing wrong with being happy and loving your girlfriend. So let them tease, let them have their fun."

It took a while. A very long while, but he eventually learned to deal with the teasing, the side comments and the laughs. He learned to block it out. Learned to tolerate it.

And you? You'd never admit it, but you also found the teasing very entertaining. And missed the daily banter between the siblings.

[and-claudia]

Little Sundress (Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader) SMUT!! DAY 1 of KINKTOBER

Set during First Class

Warnings: sundress kink, oral (f receiving), I think that is it, let me know if I missed one though!!

Wordcount: 1500+

Being in Charle’s childhood home was interesting, to say the least. He and I had very different upbringings, and seeing how massive this place truly was only seemed to prove that more. 

“And here is the kitchen.” He said, “I know it’s not anything crazy b-”

“I love it.” I said, cutting him off. 

He turned to me and smiled. 

“It’s charming. And honestly, anything is better than our tiny one back in Oxford.” I said with a laugh. 

“Well, I am glad you like it. And you do know, you don’t have to cook for all of us.” He said, stepping closer and placing his hands on my hips. 

“I know, but I want to. Plus, it will make me feel more helpful… my mutation isn’t the most useful in a fight.” I said, looking down. 

“That won’t be the case much longer, dear. That’s why we’re here to train and grow our abilities. I believe you’ll be able to copy any mutation of anyone at any time without touching them by the time we’re done.” He said, using his thumb and pointer finger to grab my chin and tilt it up to look at him. 

I smiled at him, “I hope so.” 

I didn’t actually say it to him out loud. Since he was touching my face, I was able to say it to him telepathically. 

Charles finished showing me around and ended in the room we’d be staying in. I took some time to unpack while he went off to do his own thing. Once all my clothes were unpacked I decided to take the chance to shower before I went down stairs to make dinner. We had been traveling all day so I felt a little gross and I knew a shower would feel amazing, especially since I would be getting the hot water before everyone else. 

When I got out, I decided to throw on one of my sun dresses. It was always so rainy in Oxford I hardly ever got a chance to wear them, so I intended to take full advantage of that. I threw on some simple kitten heels so that I wasn’t walking across the mansion barefoot. Then, I made a few adjustments to my outfit before heading out. 

On my way to the kitchen I passed a few Raven. 

“Why are you all dressed up? Are you and Charles going out or something?” She asked, slightly confused. 

“No, not tonight. I am actually just on my way to make everyone dinner. I just never really got to where these dresses often, so I figured I’d take advantage.” I said. 

“Make sure you make it to the kitchen before Charles sees you. He won’t be able to keep his hands to himself once he sees you, and I’d like to make sure we get fed tonight.” She teased, and I just laughed and rolled my eyes before continuing to the kitchen. 

Once I got there I set about getting everything I would need for dinner ready. I was just beginning to chop the vegetables when Erik, Charles and Hank all walked in. 

“Hello, boys,” I said, spinning around to greet them, causing the dress to flow out. 

Erik and Hank both said their own hellos, but Charles was too busy staring… I was starting to think Raven may have been right. 

“Dinner will be ready in probably half an hour.” I informed them. 

“Do you want some help?” Hank offered. 

I was about to tell him that he could help finish chopping while I got the chicken in the oven, but Charles cut me off before I could. 

“I got it, I can help her… you two go ahead and… yeah.” He said, clearly already a little flustered as he walked over to help me. Luckily, the other two men got the hint and left us alone in the kitchen. 

“Well, that was smooth, Charlie…” I teased. 

“What?”

“I got it, I can help her… you two go ahead and… yeah.” I mocked his voice as I repeated what he had just said. 

“Well, can you blame me?” He asked, turning to look me over, not even the slightest bit ashamed of the way his hungry eyes racked over my body. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I said, stepping past him to grab something from the fridge, but he caught my arm. 

“Oh, but you do. It doesn’t take a telepath to know that… but it is useful being one because now I know that you have nothing on under there.” He said, reaching for the hem of my dress but I smacked his hand away. 

“I gotta cook dinner.” I said, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek but he turned his head and I kissed his lips instead which he immediately took advantage of that. His hands gripped my hips as he pulled me against him. 

“Mm, I’d rather start with dessert.” He said against my lips as he grinded his hips against me. 

“Charles, we can’t. Not here.” I said. 

“Who said? It’s my house, I should be able to fuck my girlfriend wherever I please…” In one swift motion, he turned us around so that my back was now to the table that sat in the middle of the room, “And right now, it would please me to fuck her right here.” 

Without our lips separating, he lifted me up onto the table as we continued to make out. His hands slid down to my knees, and he pulled them apart so he could stand between them. 

“What if someone walks in?” I asked, glancing over to the door. 

“Don’t worry about that, darling.” He said, subtly inching my dress up higher and higher. 

He finally broke away from the kiss and gave me a look before dropping down to kneel on one knee between my legs. 

“You should wear these more often, love.” He said as he began planting kisses along the inside of my thigh. 

He left a trail of kisses and a few love bites all the way up my inner thigh. Then, when he reached where I wanted his lips the most, he hesitated. I felt the cool air of him sighing so close, sending a chill up my spine. I was mentally preparing myself to feel his tongue delving into my cunt. So, when I felt his lips press to my other thigh and begin working their way back down it, I accidentally let a small whimper slip through my lips. 

“So impatient.” He mumbled, and I could feel his smirking against my skin. 

“No, you’re just a fucking tease.” I sighed. 

“Oh really? Maybe I should just let you get back to cooking then.” He said, going to stand up. 

I reached forward and caught his shoulder, pushing him back down, “Don’t you dare. You’re going to eat me out.” I said to him telepathically. 

“As you wish.” 

He dropped back down and went straight the my cunt. No time was wasted as he began fucking me with his mouth. His tongue was working wonders. I was trying so hard not to let anyone hear me. 

Suddenly, he pulled away and looked up at me. His lips were shining with a mix of my wetness and his own spit. 

“No, let them hear you, darling.” He said. His eyes were the darkest I had ever seen them. 

He didn’t even wait for me to respond before going back to lapping at my cunt. His nose was now also rubbing up against my clit, sending me soaring towards ecstasy. 

“Fuck, Charles, keep going.” I said, running my hands through his hair, pulling it lightly, which earned a grunt from him that I felt vibrate up through my cunt. 

I could feel that oh so familiar and welcom feeling of the coil tightening, knowing it would snap soon from the tension. Charles must have felt that I was getting close too because he began to speed up. 

“You taste so good, love.” He said to me telepathically, “Wish I could eat you out every day.” 

“Charles…” I moaned out loud, not caring that I could hear my moans echoing off the walls. 

“Go ahead, darling, come all over my tongue.” 

“Fuck!” I moaned as I came. 

Charles refused to let a single drop of my release go to waste as he lapped up every bit of it. Once he was done, he pulled back, chin wet with a mix of my release and his own spit. As he stood, he grabbed the rag from off the table and used it to wipe his chin, and only his chin, before he leaned over to kiss me, allowing me to taste myself on his lips. The kiss was so soft and gentle that I never wanted it to end. That was until I smelt something burning. 

I reluctantly pulled away and glanced around him. 

“Fuck, the chicken burned.” I said. 

Charles turned around and just turned the oven off. 

“Oh well, that gives me more time to fuck you… where shall we take it next? My new office, perhaps?” He asked. 

The thought did excite me, but what was everyone supposed to do for dinner now? 

“Change of plans. Go into town for dinner tonight.” Charles said to everyone in the house using his mind. 

“Problem solved.” He said before leaning in to give me another kiss, “So… my office?” He asked, raising his eyebrow at me. 

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Headcanon idea!

There is a bar in downtown Palmetto that has seen the worst of the foxes called The Foxhole Fountain. Here is random ideas of what they’re giving whenever they go.

1. Kevin has gotten messy on jet fuel (everclear and tang slushie that’s a bright orange color) and Andrew basically had to carry him back to the dorm. Mind you, Kevin went with just the intention of getting his free 21st birthday shirt and going home. (it says “I’m Legal!” With a giant fox sitting in a pint on the back). He still is not sure how he went from just wanting a free shirt to being a jet fuel victim.

2. I just know Renee loves a pickletini I can feel it in my bones. She has double fisted them.

3. Allison convinces everyone to do a round of green tea shots everytime

4. Matt is an espresso martini queen and Dan is getting draft beers and the bartenders are confused but won’t question it

5. Neil is weirdly good at trivia nights even though he does not know anything about pop culture and Nicky gets irrationally angry about it because he’s just good at guessing

6. Andrew is always the head of the “move through the bar” train because people will move out of his way the quickest

7. Aaron would rather die than have Katelyn pay for a drink. He has signed a receipt with double vision, a scribble, and a dream but dammit his queen didn’t pay for a THING

8. Erik visited Palmetto once. Nicky brought him to experience American college culture and all it did was terrify him but also kind of explain a lot about the foxes. He thinks jet fuel should be illegal. He is not wrong.

Pics of real life Clemson inspo below the cut so it’s not too annoying to scroll through. I hope Nora would appreciate me bringing the gang to Tiger Town Tavern🙏

This place has seen the best and worst of every Clemson student since 1977. Also that’s my birthday shirt for that authentic example😍