#like the point of 'holy shit xavier is dying right now' would be just as clear is no ghost had said anything

[lyxchen]

I think from like a show making logic point of view it makes so much sense that the ghost in the hospital (that later turned out to be Maddie's dad) was gonna be important somehow.

He was the only ghost that said anything and he was even the one that said "Welcome to the waiting room. Have a seat". If he wasn't important I would think that the nurse ghost would have said that line. She even looked at Xavier for quite a bit and you'd assume somebody that died as a nurse would be the one introducing new ghosts to the afterlife. But she didn't say anything, no the one ghost that spoke to Xavier is the one that's most important. We were supposed to remember him!!

[7-wonders]

Hey so i gotta plant this seed: Xavier actually lives and Y/N dies. Kinda like a trevor situation whwre he dosnt one abiut ghosts but comes back years later and is like "oh shit my girlfriend is still here". Fluffy, sad you decide. Just gotta give lots of love for a character I thought we'd see a lot more of x

Quick warning for mentions of suicide, as well as somebody dying and blood (y’know, the usual).

He has to do this.

Everybody, from his family to his friends (these people aren’t actually your friends, a voice in Xavier’s head reminds himself, your real friends are all dead), reminds him that this is not something he has to do. Xavier wants to argue with them, telling them about the “healing power of revisiting the site of trauma,” or whatever other accurate bullshit his shrink says, but he chooses instead to say that he wants to do this. And he does.

Xavier wants to do this, he needs to do it, but he’s fucking terrified nonetheless.

The closer that he gets to Camp Redwood, the more Xavier’s hands shake on the steering wheel. It’s two years to the day since the second massacre on those grounds, yet he still misses his trusty Vanta-C, which had been trashed that fateful night upon a failed escape attempt that was thwarted by one of the three serial killers roaming the grounds. He starts to think that he should have taken up one of the numerous offers to join him on his journey, but there’s no going back now.

He has to do this.

Refusing to acknowledge what had happened two years ago had done Xavier no good. He was irreversibly altered from what he had seen and experienced that summer evening, and ignoring what he had gone through only made the nightmares and flashbacks worse. Attending Brooke’s trial had been the first step towards healing, he had realized as he walked out of the courthouse feeling like a small weight was lifted off of his shoulders. He knew what needed to be done in order to achieve true closure, and so, Xavier Plympton vowed that he would return on the anniversary of the day that he was nearly murdered.

The day that you were murdered.

Xavier drums his fingers against the dashboard, staring at the carved ‘Camp Redwood’ sign that hangs above the entrance to the camp. His chest tightens with panic, and he nearly puts the car into reverse before reminding himself that he’s safe. Ramirez and Brooke were on Death Row, and Mr. Jingles was dead. There was nothing to harm him except for his own memories. 

Two years. 730 days. 17,520 hours. He’s kept track of the hours and days, although he hasn’t wanted to. No matter how the time is counted, Xavier steps into Camp Redwood for the first time in 729 days, 14 hours, 54 minutes, and 12 seconds.

The eerie quiet of the campground reminds Xavier of a cemetery, before he comes to the sobering realization that it basically is a cemetery. Although the bodies of his friends (of his love) may not be buried here, their last moments were spent here. The fear that they felt must linger on some level. Xavier’s not sure what he believes in, but emotions that powerful must leave a mark on physical places.

Xavier’s heart jumps into his throat when he sees certain landmarks that stand out in his short residence at the summer camp. The campfire, long-since put out, where he entranced his fellow counselors with the ghost tale of Mr. Jingles, all of them blissfully unaware that he truly was lurking in the nearby woods. The boys’ cabin, where he had shared a joint with you while listening to Chet complain about the Olympic games. The pit where Chet had been impaled. The clearing near the lake where Xavier held you as you took your last breaths.

The air forcibly leaves his lungs upon seeing the place you were last alive, the force of his emotion forcing him to his knees in the dirt. His mind begins to show him your final moments, and he squeezes his eyes shut while muttering that it was just a memory in the hopes that he wouldn’t fall into a flashback. The pull is too strong, and soon, he feels the chill of that night once more.

Xavier jumps out from the tree that he and Chet are hidden behind, Trevor staring triumphantly into the spiked pit where he had just pushed Mr. Jingles to his death.

“Holy shit dude, that was awesome!” Xavier exclaims, slapping Trevor’s outstretched hand. Trevor’s grin begins to slip, but before Xavier can question him, an ear-piercing scream sends his heart plunging into his stomach.

“(Y/N)!” He’s running as fast as his weary legs allow, following the heart-wrenching sound of your terror as he dodges tree branches and jumps over roots. He shouldn’t have left your side in the first place, but you had encouraged him to go when you heard Chet calling for help, assuring him with a smile that you would stay put and hidden. He had left you there, by the shores of the supposedly bottomless lake, and now he could only hope that you weren’t in danger.

When he reaches the clearing where he had last seen you, Xavier’s shoulders sag in relief. There’s no serial killers around, and he’s hopeful that you managed to scare them off and are still hiding. Those hopes are dashed when he hears a weak cough and sees you slumped against a tree.

“(Y/N).” Xavier can’t feel his legs as he falls beside you, your half-lidded eyes struggling to stay focused as you look at him. “No, no, no!” Blood shines on your hand in the moonlight, and he gingerly lifts your arm away from your abdomen to reveal a deep stab wound.

“Xav,” you rasp, bloody hand reaching up to stroke his cheek, “you came back.”

“Shh,” he soothes, ripping off his jacket and placing pressure on your wound. “You don’t need to talk, babe. Save your energy, okay? I’m going to get you out of here.”

Your glassy eyes stare widely at him. “It’s too late.”

“No, what are you talking about? I’m here, it’s not too late.” When you cough again, blood dribbling past your lips, Xavier realizes that you’re right.

“I’m cold,” you whimper, tears streaking down your face, “and I’m scared. I--I don’t want to die.”

He wants to reassure you that you’re not going to die, but he can already see the light in your eyes dimming. The only thing he can do now is comfort you, so he gathers you in his arms as if he’s going to carry you and holds you to him. “Here sweetheart, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

“You need to get out of here, okay? Tell everyone what happened here tonight.”

“I will.” Your eyelashes flutter as water hits them, Xavier realizing that he’s crying.

“I’m sorry that we didn’t have more time, I--” more coughing cuts you off, a gurgling sound emanating from your chest.

“I know.” His eyes flicker up, and he laughs softly. “Look at the stars, (Y/N). Remember how you always complained about not being able to see the stars in the city, and that you would show me the constellations when we got here?”

You nod as your breathing becomes more shallow, yet you somehow manage to clutch Xavier closer to you.

“I did research on constellations, because I love you and I wanted to impress you.” He points up at a cluster of stars. “That one’s Orion. I only know that because you told me about his belt--”

You shudder against him, and Xavier looks down in horror as you take one last breath before the light fully leaves your eyes. The hand that was touching his cheek falls, landing in your lap. “(Y/N),” Xavier says hoarsely, shaking your body. “(Y/N)!”

“It’s not fair,” Xavier mutters, remembering your death in vivid detail. You were supposed to have so much time together. You’re the first relationship that’s ever made him consider settling down, and he was going to give it all up, the drugs and the partying and the casual sex, for you. Now, he has nothing. “It’s not fair!” Xavier yells up at the sky, pounding his fists against the ground.

“Stop, Xav. You’re going to hurt yourself.” The crooning of a soft voice that he hasn’t heard for two years stops him cold.

“You’re not real, this is just a figment of my imagination.”

A hand, warm and real, gently lifts his chin up, until Xavier’s staring into your eyes that are once again full of life. “That would probably be better than what this really is.”

“(Y/N),” he gasps, looking you over as if you’re going to disappear in front of him. Really, you don’t blame him. You look exactly the same as you did that horrible night, minus the stab wound and the blood. 

You laugh in delight as Xavier lunges forward, standing up with you wrapped tightly in his arms while he spins you around. After a year of wandering aimlessly and another year of deep, unending anger, this is a welcome change. 

“I’ve missed you,” Xavier cries into your hair, hands roaming up and down your body to confirm that you’re real. 

“I’ve missed you too, baby.” Although he looks a little different, more worn-down, he still smells the exact same. Irish Spring Soap, cinnamon gum, and a hint of marijuana. 

Xavier pulls away to look at you once more, still keeping a tight grip on you. “How are you--I saw you die! How are you alive?”

“Baby,” you smile sadly, “I’m not.”

“But you’re here.”

“We’re ghosts. Everybody who died here is trapped here. I don’t know why, or how, but we’re still here.”

“If you’re a ghost, why didn’t you come find me?”

You start crying now, and Xavier holds you to his chest once more. “I tried, Xav, I promise. I spent a month trying to figure a way out of this fucking place, but we can’t leave. We’re physically tied to these grounds.”

“It’s okay, I don’t blame you.” As Xavier sits there, finally feeling complete once more, he realizes what must be done. He hasn’t felt this happy for two years, and he’ll never feel whole if he’s missing half of his heart. 

He has to do this.

“I want to stay here, with you,” Xavier says.

“You can’t. I won’t let you stay, this place has a way of affecting the living.” Xavier remains silent, instead pulling a knife out of his backpack to show you what he means. “Xavier, no!”

“(Y/N), I can’t live without you. These past two years have left me a shell of a man. I finally have you back, and I won’t be able to go on if I know you’re here.”

“I won’t let you k--” you cut yourself off with a sob, slapping your hand over your mouth. “I won’t let you do this to yourself.”

“Don’t you want to be together?”

“Of course I do! But you have a life to live.”

Xavier shakes his head. “Life’s not worth living if you’re not in it.”

Closing your eyes, you remain silent for a minute before finally nodding. “I can’t stop you from what you want to do. If this is what you want...”

“I have to do this.” Your eyes glisten with tears, and you kiss his forehead. “Does...does dying hurt?”

“Only for a moment. Then, you’re just cold. There’s nothing, and suddenly, there’s something. It’s like falling to sleep.”

He nods, turning the knife around so the blade is facing his abdomen. As he looks down, he realizes that his hands have stopped shaking for the first time since the massacre. 

“I’ll see you on the other side, (Y/N).” Xavier’s lips meet yours as he pushes the knife into his stomach, ending his life while simultaneously starting an eternity together with you.

[bigskydreaming]

Ok so everyone and their mama is being resurrected on Krakoa and so many people in marvel have gone through the revolving door that is death. So please tell me just one little thing. Where is Irene Adler? Is she still dead? If not, then why is she only just now being brought back? Why is one of the most iconic imo queer couples still suffering? #GiveMystiqueHerWife #LetMyWLWBeHappy #BringDestinyBack

She is still dead, but she hasn’t been forgotten - this is actually a long-running subplot Marvel laid down, though I’m with you in wanting them to Get To It already. My guess is we’ll start to see more building towards this particular plotline once X of Swords is done, though it won’t actually be the NEXT major storyline. Just a hunch, but my bet is the next focal storyline the X-books concentrate on after X of Swords wraps up is the conflict brewing with the Children of the Vault, after Darwin, Laura and Synch got taken prisoner by them in one of the earlier issues of the core X-Men title. 

Alternatively, the next major focus is going to be on what’s brewing under the surface with Vulcan (though its also possible these are going to be one and the same. Gabe’s stories have always been linked with Darwin’s more than anyone else, and given that he’s front and central to whatever’s front and central with whatever’s coming with the CotV, it wouldn’t surprise me if our next face to face with Gabe’s ‘dark side’ ties into that same story. Ugh, Gabe going all Emperor Vulcan again and teaming up with the Children of the Vault....now there’s a scary thought. But dammit, just let Gabe be good, I’m so tired of this ‘there’s something just innately dark and evil inside of him’ crap, bleh. BUT I DIGRESS).

But anyway, the thing with Destiny is actually an ongoing subplot. Back in Powers of X, it was explicitly ‘decided’ by Moira, Xavier and Magneto that they were actively going to try and keep any precogs from being resurrected on Krakoa, including - and ESPECIALLY Irene - because basically, they’re afraid of the precogs, and the fact that there’s no hiding from them Xavier’s big secret.....for all his big talk, he doesn’t actually know what the HELL he’s doing. The thing they’re hiding from everyone else is that they actually already TRIED the Great Krakoa experiment at least once before, or at least to some degree, though we do know they’ve done at least some things differently this time around. 

But that was the future shown in Powers of X, where Moira ended up living 1000 years into the future before dying and resetting the timeline....and coupled with the fact that the three of them believe that they’re now on the LAST of Moira’s predicted eleven lifetimes, this is their last chance to ‘get it right’ so to speak, and to find a way forward that allows the mutant race to survive and flourish past any of the endpoints Moira’s previous lives and foreknowledge have shown....

Basically, the fear seems to be that if everyone else on Krakoa knew this background for how they came up with all of this and the futures they’re trying to avoid, as well as the fact that quite simply, they do not know if the course they’ve charted this time is going to be any more capable of circumventing the doom they keep butting up against lifetime after lifetime....this would undermine all faith in them and what they’re doing, and fracture the tenuous alliances that so far have everyone from the X-Men to Apocalypse and Sinister and Selene all working side by side. 

They ‘built’ modern Krakoa according to blueprints gleaned from actual knowledge of the future.....but they’re afraid of competing blueprints getting in the way of the road they’ve taken everyone down and derailing their own plan of action. Especially if everyone else were to find out that for all their confidence, they can’t say with certainty the road this time around is going to actually lead where they’re trying to go....and that in fact, they actually have a track record of a good half a dozen previous attempts where they got it disastrously wrong.

So even though Xavier explicitly promised Raven that he would resurrect Irene in exchange for her cooperation and her place on the Quiet Council.....he, Magnus and Moira have been shown meeting in secret to say that they are actually deadset against that happening. But Raven is no fool of course, and she’s suspected from the start that Xavier’s just playing her, and he has no intention of ever resurrecting Irene. (I mean, she was married to the man once, after all, as blergh as that Bendis-bite was. I may think it made for a spectacularly shitty and pointless story, but just saying, few people know how much shit Xavier is full of better than Mystique does). 

So we’ve been treated to scenes of Raven brooding deep in her underground Krakoan lair over a glance of wine and an angsty look at Irene’s old mask, vowing “I’ll get you yet, Xavier, and your little dog too,” because idk, why pass up a good Wicked Witch of the West allusion when its right there. Mystique works hard for her Brand, let her enjoy it.

She definitely knows the game that’s afoot, and she has no intention of letting Xavier get away with it. So she’s very clearly scheming on how to circumvent him and get the Five to resurrect Irene without Xavier’s help....but that’s easier said than done. She either needs leverage to force his hand, while still probably not knowing for sure WHY he’s stalling or trying to avoid bringing back Irene, and thus having no way to judge exactly HOW deadset against it he is, and thus how great of leverage she’d actually need to pull that off...or else, she needs a telepath she can trust (or y’know, trust that she has them securely in her pocket) but who also is strong enough to take Xavier’s place in the resurrection/brain download process....as well as needing access to the Cerebro archives where the back-ups of everyone’s consciousnesses are stored. 

(Incidentally, part of how Xavier’s been stalling here is he’s claimed once or twice that he only has back-ups stored of mutant consciousnesses from the point when he started actually preserving them, and Irene died BEFORE he started doing this so he just doesn’t have her in Cerebro, but this is pretty blatantly a lie. He brought back Petra and Sway, after all, and they very definitively died LONG before David killed Irene on Muir Island back in the day).

But yeah, I’m as impatient as anyone to see Irene back in action in all her chaotic cryptic glory, and for Raven/Irene to finally fucking rise the way they deserve. And oh holy hell is Raven’s wrath going to be an absofuckinglutely beautiful thing once she finally has her proof that Xavier - her ex-husband, lol, oh X-Men soap opera tangles - has been lying and scheming to keep her wife dead all this time. Like she’s literally said the words “I will burn Krakoa to the ground,” and I mean, its Raven. When she talks about razing Rome to ashes, she’s not joking. The woman does not bluff. She lies, she deceives, she steals, but she never ever fucking bluffs. There’s a big storm coming here and this particular one’s name is Hurricane Raven, not Ororo Munroe. I want it, and I want it nooooooooooow, lol, but I can’t actually claim that this has been overlooked by Marvel rather than just allotted a time table that isn’t to my liking because - 

OH I DON’T KNOW ITS NOT LIKE WE HAVEN’T ALREADY BEEN WAITING FOR THE RETURN OF IRENE ADLER FOR 84 BAJILLION FUCKING YEARS ALREADY, LIKE LOGAN HAS LITERALLY GONE TO HELL AND BACK A DOZEN TIMES SINCE IRENE FIRST EXITED PURSUED BY BEAR AND JEAN���S ASCENDED AND DE-PHOENIXED SO MANY TIMES DEATH HAS BASICALLY HANDED HER A PUNCH CARD THAT’S REDEEMABLE FOR ONE FREE RESURRECTION AFTER ITS ALL FULL AND C’MOOOOOOON. 

I mean.

WILDSIDE is back. After dying in Neverland in Tieri’s Weapon X run, RICHARD FREAKING GILL was brought back to life before IRENE FUCKING ADLER, I would simply like to express my undying HOOOOOOWWWWW??? to that. 

BUT.

I.

DIGRESS.

Ahem. Sorry, I just have very strong opinions on the subject of Irene, lololol. And well, everything. I probably have strong opinions on kumquats and I can’t actually recall at the moment if I’ve ever even eaten one or if I’m just particularly fond of that word and the saying of it. Look, you get what I mean.

Anyway, yeah. We’re getting Irene back eventually. There’s absolutely no way we’re not at this point. Even my cynicism can’t pretend otherwise. They haven’t just left Chekhov’s gun locked and loaded sitting on the mantlepiece here, they commissioned an entire arsenal of Chekhov’s guns and renamed them Irene Adler’s guns in her honor and left them all gift-wrapped on the front porch. Its coming. Its just not. Here YET. (Cut to me being a five year old on a long car ride are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet how bout now - )

So yeah. That’s the scoop, the skinny, the shit(ake mushroom) on this particular subject.

Incidentally, on a related note, I am still of the opinion that pretty much all of Powers of X was one giant red herring, and the real direction all of this is building towards, with Moira, with the Five and the resurrection protocols.......ultimately, I think its all really been about IRENE’S machinations from the start, and Moira and Charles have actually been marching to the beat of HER drum ever since the very first time Irene and Moira encountered each other way back in Moira’s fourth lifetime.

Basically, I think it allllllllll really comes back to the fact that....

Irene Adler is a beautiful fucking liar who lies as only Raven Darkholme’s One True Love possibly can, and she played Moira like a fiddle from Day Fucking ONE.

Full theory on that can be found here:

https://bigskydreaming.tumblr.com/post/188290623176/so-house-of-x-2plot-hole-or-lie-when-destiny

[sonflowerross]

Oblivious- Cherik

A/N: This prompt was given to me by athiva on Wattpad. If any of you have any prompts you want me to do, just message me on here or Wattpad at ‘phanoutromance’. Enjoy!

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It was three am and Erik was still awake. He couldn't get comfortable, he was starting to get sweaty, and Peter was playing his video games at the highest volume with the occasional shout. He was annoyed and confused, he's never had any trouble going to sleep before. He usually goes to sleep around 10 and wakes up 6, and it's been that way ever since he was a child. So why is having trouble all of a sudden? Two words: Charles Xavier.

He never stopped running through Erik's mind. He was always subconsciously thinking about him. Everything reminded Erik of him and he didn't know what to do.

He's tried for weeks to make his feelings for Charles clear but he just doesn't understand. He decided about two months ago that he's sick of keeping his true feelings inside. He knew he liked Charles and he thought Charles reciprocated, but every time he says something flirty, he ends up taking it as a friendly comment or something. It's extremely aggravating!

Like yesterday, Charles came down wearing a new sweater. Granted, it looked like he took it straight off his grandfather, but he made it work like nobody else! As soon as he entered the dining room, Scott immediately started bursting with laughter, causing Raven and Peter to look up and start snickering, Hank and Jean looked up as well but didn't really care.

"Good morning, Grandpa," Raven spoke, smirking at Charles, who just rolled his eyes and poke his tongue out at her.

"Good morning to you, Smurf." Charles retorted. Raven's smile immediately dropped and rolled her eyes at Jean who was now pointing and laughing at her.

"I think you look great." Erik winked as Charles sat next to him. Charles just smiled and pushed his shoulder playfully. Erik swear he saw a little red tint on Charles' cheeks, but it could've been because he just woke up or something.

"I know." and that was the end of that. Their day went on normally, but Erik was really confused. Was he not blunt enough? He thought he was, so what was he to do? He was too anxious to admit his feeling flat out, but he was tired all of this flirting and obliviousness to said flirting! He knew he should tell him, but he wasn't ready.

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He woke up the next day at 10 am feeling like death. He pulled himself out of bed, all of his joints popping loudly. As he walked to the kitchen, he noticed that mansion was oddly quiet at 10. It was early in the morning, but everyone's usually up by now, talking in the sitting room or outside messing in the gardens. He looked outside and saw no one, he continued on his path to the kitchen in a state of confusion.

"Well, look who finally woke up," Charles joked as he entered the dining room, "I didn't think you'd ever wake up. I came in there around 6:30, but you looked so tired, I gave you more time."

"Thank you. I don't why but I couldn't get to sleep last night," Erik said, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"I figured, you're usually up by now and on your 500th cup of tea," Charles joked as he stood up, "speaking of..." he trailed off as he disappeared into the kitchen, only to emerge with a steaming cup of tea.

"Oh, thank you," Erik said dumb founded and Charles just smiled. He had to stop himself from moaning, this was probably the best tea he's had in a long time. "Ah, what would i do without you, liebling?" Erik froze after he let the word slip, but Charles didn't seen to notice, which he was thankful for.

"Die, probably." Charles replied cheekily. It was quiet for a few moments, Erik drinking his delicious tea, Charles staring out the window. Erik loved these moments with Charles, he could just sit here for hours. He was still confused though, where was everyone?

"Where has everyone gone?" Erik said after a moment.

"They were trying figure out something to do, Raven had suggested going to the lake and they all agreed. They left about an hour ago, I told them that i'd wait for you and we'd meet up with them later, if you want to go." Charles explained.

"Oh, that sounds really nice actually. Yeah, let's go!" Although Erik would rather just stay here with Charles all day, a swim in the lake sounds amazing.

"Okay, i'll go get towels and all that, while you need to get dressed mister," Charles joked as he pointed towards the stairs.

"Yes, mom," Erik joked back and went to get dressed. They met at the door a few minutes later. Charles had the bag over his shoulder and a book in his hand. 'Of course he's bringing a fucking book to the lake.' Erik thought to himself fondly.

"What book did you bring?" Erik asked as they walked down the path to the lake.

"Harry Potter. I haven't read it in a long time, and I figured it would be a nice break from all the old non-fiction stuff, you know? I remember Raven read it as a child, and she wouldn't ever shut up about it. It was all she ever talked about, and until I read it, I never understood why. We would read it together when we would go to bed. Those were the best moments of my childhood." Charles rambled on, but Erik loved every second of it. He loved it when Charles rambled on about something, he loved the way his eyes would go bigger and talk with his hands and be short of breath. Or if it was something nostalgic like this, his face would soften and his voice would go quiet and he would play with his fingers and stare off in the distance; It was incredibly endearing.

They emerged a few minutes later and walked over to where everyone's stuff was. Charles set the stuff down while Erik took his shirt off, and was immediately greeted by cat-calls and cheers. He replied with the middle finger and turned around in time to see a blushing Charles looking away and sitting down. 'Huh, that's weird," Erik thought to himself, "Must be the heat."

They'd been swimming in the lake for about an hour and Charles hasn't gotten in. He's been reading the book. Erik stopped for a moment, encaptivated by Charles, yet again. He was hunched over his lap, blocking the sun from hitting the pages and blinding him. His hair was falling over his eyes, but it wasn't long enough to cover his face. His eyebrows were scrunched together, his eyes feverishly moving back and forth, taking in the words a million miles a minute, as if each word would be the last. He was completely distracted...Perfect. He walked over to Charles and stood in front of him for a moment.

"Do you need something?" Charles asked without looking up. Erik just smirked.

"No, I just couldn't help but how hot is it out here," Erik replied, "and I couldn't help but think you must be burning up over here." That made Charles look up at Erik warily.

"What are you planning?" Charles asked as he closed his book.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about," Erik said and slowly walked over to Charles as he placed his book on the ground and prepared himself to run. Then Erik shot forward and almost caught him before he jumped up and ran away. Erik let him go for a second before he chased after him and eventually caught him around the waist. Charles wrapped his arms around Erik's shoulders as he ran.

"ERIK LET ME DOWN!" Charles laughed as Erik ran towards the dock, "Erik STOP NO NO NO NO N-" He was cut off by Erik jumping into the lake. When they came up for air everyone was cheering and laughing. Erik and Charles joined in too, until they realized they were still wrapped around each other. They met each other's gaze and stared for a moment, Erik was captivated by the way the water bounced off his eyes and made them look electric. Charles was studying the way the sun was giving his face the most beautiful glow. They stared for a few moments until Peter cleared his throat and they broke out of their trance. They let go of each other and swam to everyone else. Charles was supporting a terrible blush for the rest of the day, and honestly, Erik was dying inside.

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It was later in the evening and everyone went to the game room, while Charles and Erik read in the study. Erik loved when they did this, he loved spending time with Charles, even if they weren't talking. But he couldn't stop thinking about that moment between them. How their bodies absent-mindedly grew closer and their hold on each other tightened. Erik is so confused, he didn't think Charles reciprocated his feelings. He hasn't acted differently since Erik has started acting a little more flirtatious towards him, but the moment they shared today...something happened and they need to talk about it.

He looked over at Charles and...holy shit...he looked so beautiful. The lamp gave the room an golden glow, which brought out the natural highlights in Charles' hair. He looked up from his book and the way the light made the gold in his eyes stand out nearly made Erik faint. Charles smiled at him and Erik knew he was ready. He was ready to tell him how he felt. He needed to tell him because all this flirting and cheeky comments aren't enough for Charles' obliviousness.

"Charles, I need to tell you something," Erik said, and he suddenly felt all the air leave his lungs as Charles just nodded at him with the most open look on his face. He shouldn't feel scared, this is Charles we're talking about! The most understanding person in the universe. Even if he doesn't feel the same way, he'll still be in Erik's life. He wouldn't abandon him. Right?

"What is it?" Charles asked as he leaned in closer to look at Erik's face, only to be met with a look of panic. "Erik," Charles reached forward and grabbed his hand, trying to comfort him, but only making his panic worsen, "Whatever it is, you can tell me. You know that."

Erik took a breath, focused on his breathing and Charles' hand on his. His hand is so soft, fits so nicely with his. Like a match made in heaven. It felt right and that gave Erik the confidence to tell him.

"I'm in love you," Erik said suddenly, meeting Charles' gaze, "I just needed to tell you because I'm sick of keeping it inside, it's been eating away at me for weeks. I've been trying to hint to you for a while that I like more than a friend, but I didn't know how you felt." Erik explained, trying to form coherent sentences while staring at Charles' ever growing eyes, and tightening grip on his hand.

"Really? I had no idea, I just thought that was friendly banter! I didn't know you like me, too." Charles breathed out, staring down at their hands.

"Well yeah, I thought I made it quite obvious, but apparently not," Erik said, laughing a little, before his smile dropped and realization hit, "wait...too?"

Charles looked up at him and nodded, "I-I'm in love with you, too."

Erik felt the air leave his lungs, for a good reason this time. Charles loves him! This didn't feel real, but it was. Charles is real, his hand on his is real, their love for each other is real. Erik couldn't believe it. He leaned forward and placed his hand on Charles' cheek, rubbing soothing circles, taking in his face close up. The little freckles that dotted his cheeks and nose, the small flakes of green in his eyes that he's never noticed before, the softness of his lips. Charles brought his hand up to hold Erik's hand that laid on his face. He closed his eyes and took in the moment, while Erik feel in love with the look of pure serenity on his angelic face. He couldn't help himself as he leaned in and placed his lips on Charles'. They felt so much better than Erik could've ever imagined. They felt so nice on his and they had this slightest hint of tea, and Erik loved that. He loved everything about Charles. He was so happy to finally be able to kiss him, hold him, cuddle him, look at him without feeling guilty or nervous.

Charles is his and he is Charles'. Nothing could ever change that.

They weren't the only ones who were happy, though. Out in the hallway, peaking through the cracked door, was everyone high fiving each other, silently cheering and Peter was handing Raven $10. It was a good day for everyone indeed.

A/N

Thank you for reading and liking it. I really appreciate the fact that so many people enjoy these. I hope everyone reading this has a wonderful day/night.

Bye!

[starlight-parkers]

My Girl (Peter Parker x Mutant!Reader)

Summary: you take peter to a party and your friends take a liking to him.

Authors note(s): This was a request from @imaginesyes, sorry it took so long... hope you enjoy it doll xx

Warning(s): a cuss word and some fuff >.<

My Girl

"Hiya Peetie!"

"HOLY SHIT"

Peter yelped as he dropped his books. The pace of his breathing increased as he tried to recover from his fright, the young brunette bent down to gather his books before jumping and falling back onto his butt when he noticed her standing there, his books scattered around him once again.

She grinned down at him like a Cheshire Cat whilst he took in her appearance from his position from the floor. Smooth supple legs were exposed due to her wearing that black skater skirt he loved so much, her feet we clad in black and white high top converse-that were overly dirty because of how often she wore them-whilst she was draped in one of Peter's midtown sweaters. And of course, she donned some Lacey black cat ears, just because. The girl standing before him, held out a hand for the young genius, still flashing her pearly whites.

"Don't scare me like that!" He yelped, as she giggled at him.

"Whatcha doing down there Peetie!?" She gushed, her white teeth standing out against her black lipstick. Peter rolled his eyes at his girlfriend's antics before grabbing her hand and almost collapsing into her as she hauled him up.

"What do you want (Y/N)?" the teen scientist sighed, gathering his books before placing them in his locker which he slammed shut.

"That's not a nice way to talk to your girlfriend now is it Mr Parker" she teased, batting her eyelashes up at him. Peter felt his lips quirk up into a faint smile as he looked at his girlfriend, she grinned right back at him before linking her arms with his and walking down the corridor.

"Sorry angel, what's up?"

The girl ceased her walking, taking Peter's hands in her own and stopping in front of him. She teasingly pressed her body flush against Peter's, bringing her lips up to his ear. "Well..." she begun, tracing patterns on Her boyfriend's firm chest with her index finger. Peter felt himself tense under her touch, he both loved and hated the affect she had on him. The pair had been dating a little over a year, ever since (Y/N) had shown up at the avengers compound with Wade. He had been enamoured with how she carried herself and she felt exactly the same way about Peter. "There's this party at the X-mansion on Friday night  and-"

"Nope" the super-powered male stated blankly, cutting his girlfriend off. Out of his peripheral vision, Peter could see her facade falter, she was used to getting her way with him, especially when she put on a confident act. He never really said no to his girl. "No parties, you know I hate parties"

The mutated girl detangled herself from Peter with a pout, yet their hands remained intertwined. The taller boy held her at arms length, his eyebrows quirked in amusement. "But Peterrrrr, I want you to meet my friends"

(Y/N) didn't have many friends at Midtown, most of them were from the X-mansion. (Y/N) was born a mutant, with powers very similar to the Cheshire Cat, she was able to teleport and disappear whenever she pleased. Since she could handle her mutation from a young age, her parents allowed to continue to attend regular  school whilst training with Charles Xavier. The young mutant girl had practically grown up there, so was able to form very close bonds with the other mutants her age. In all honesty, if it hadn't been for Wade, (Y/N) wouldn't have plucked up the courage to speak to Peter.

"I know darlin'" Peter cooed, cupping his girl's cheek, she immediately leaned into his touch, her own hand coming up to cover Peter's. "I'm just not ready yet, okay?"

The bell rung over the couple as (Y/N) annoyedly nodded her head in agreement. The pair shared a quick chaste kiss before continuing their journey to class. "Mark my words Mr Parker, I will get you to a party one of these days"

"Sure you will babe" the boy chuckled, kissing his girlfriend's cheek. She simply grinned at Peter as she let her body disappear into thin air, only her smile remaining - for a short while. Peter jumped back from his girlfriend, head whipping around to make sure nobody saw.

"Babe! You know you shouldn't do that in public! Someone could see you" Peter chastised, looking over his shoulder once more. His girlfriend smiled once more, it was much wider this time. Peter was almost certain that in her invisible state, she had winked at him too.

"Try and stop me" she cooed with a silky tone, before lightly tapping Peter's ass, causing him to gasp out and then pout, a crimson hue gracing his creamy cheeks. All the while his girlfriend watched in amusement, before teleporting and reappearing at the end of the corridor, in a skilful manner, so nobody had noticed. Peter gazed after her, as she sashayed away with a sway in her hips as she walked to her next class.

Peter stood by his locker, rubbing his cheeks to get rid of his blush, wondering how he ever deserved such a girl.

(Y/N) groaned as she lay on her back, one leg bent at the knee and the other outstretched. She had her arms folded behind her head as she leisured on the cool surface of a high metal shelf.  Her (eye colour) hues almost drifted shut as she listened to her boyfriend and his mentor drone on about physics.

The girl's tail roamed freely now, it was part of her mutation. The soft black fur tickled her cheek as it waved about, her now-visible cat and ears twitching at the touch.

(Y/N) rolled onto her stomach and sighed, when she didn't even get so much as a glance from her boyfriend, she sighed again.

And again.

And again.

And agai-

The clattering of tools sounded in (Y/N)'s ears as Peter dropped a drill in frustration."Babeee" he whined.

"Peterrrr" (Y/N) drawled, mocking the boy's tone. A large grin graced her features as Peter ran a hand through his hair and then down his face.

"I'm sorry Mr Stark" Peter apologised, causing Tony to push up his goggles, a smirk tugging at his lips. "She's being really bratty today"

This caused the older man to let out a large chuckle and (Y/N) to furrow her brows. "Bratty?"

Peter laughed as his girlfriend sat upright, hitting her head on the ceiling. She let out a few curses, practically fuming. "Yeah" the spider boy nodded, returning back to his work. "She's salty because I didn't agree to go to some party on Friday"

At this point, (Y/N) had disappeared  before reappearing by Peter's side, her hands  folded over her chest. She glared at him, her slightly puffed  tail swishing violently behind her ~ a sign of anger. "Sorry if a girl just wanted to spend some time with her boyfriend" She snarled, baring her sharpened white teeth.

"We can spend time together now" Peter stated absentmindedly, picking up a drill and getting back to work. Tony looked between the angry young female and the focussing young male, a small smile tugging at his lips. He shook his head playfully before picking up so goggles and tossing them to (Y/N).

"C'mon Ms (L/N)" Tony spoke as she turned to address him. "You're a smart kid, why don't you join us?"

The girl growled again as Peter looked up."I don't want to"

"But babe-"

"No!" She snapped. "I'm sick and tired of you blowing me off, you're always at this damned 'internship' and we never spend time together."

"But-I"

She growled, the pupils of her (eye colour) eyes becoming small slits, much like a cat. "I said shut up!"

At this point, Tony was fully engrossed in the young bickering couple, they reminded him exactly of himself and Pepper. Tony leaned forward on the table, resting his elbow on the cool surface.

"I'm just asking for one day of your time Peter, we've been going out for a year and I've met all of your friends but you haven't met any of mine." (Y/N) huffed with a frown. An idea popped into her mind, as mischievous glint in her eye as he begun to pretend to sulk. "Do you even care about me?"

Peter shook his head desperately as his mentor begun to quietly chuckle, Tony knew Peter was totally whipped for this girl. "No no, baby, you know that's not true... it's just that I-"

"Oh god, I don't know how much more of this I can take." Tony drawled, dragging himself up and circling the table before slinging his arms round both of the teenagers. "Ms (L/N), I would absolutely love it if you took Mr Parker over here, to that party of yours on Friday night"

"You would?!" Both teens chorused, as (Y/N)'s expression changed to an excited one and Peter's changed to a shocked one.

"But Mr Stark- the internship" Peter fumbled, trying to find an excuse, Tony shook his head before leaning closer to Peter.

"Internship my ass, underoos, you've got a pretty little young lady here dying to spend time with you" the older man stated, causing (Y/N) to blush. "You're going to that party"

Peter watched as his girlfriend squealed, clapping her hands together excitedly and swishing her tail about. She gave Tony a toothy smile, showing him her pearly whites before pressing a platonic kiss to his cheek. "Thank you Mr Stark! Thank you!"

"No worries, I'll lend Pete one of my cars and he can take you out for a nice dinner before hand... all on me" Tony continued, winking at Peter who was starting to feel sorry for himself. (Y/N) squealed again, disappearing in a flash before reappearing on the other side of Tony, giving him another hug.

"I can't thank you enough Mr Stark!"

"Anytime dollface and you can thank me by telling Wade to stay away from the compound, the guy's nuts!" he grinned as (Y/N) nodded enthusiastically before turning to face his young apprentice. "Make sure you have enough fun for the both of us kiddo! We're done for today"

Peter grimaced as the billionaire left the room, leaving the boy with his now overly excited yet lovable girlfriend.

The brunette vigilante let out a shaky breath as he pulled Tony's sleek black car into the driveway of the X-mansion. He leaned back in his seat after parking the car before turning to watch his girlfriend swipe on a thick layer of clear gloss. He admired her from the side, her hair was completely straightened (he had to watch her for 3 hours as she did so), tumbling down her back, the eye lids of her large (eye colour) eyes were painted with a golden tint and some black winged eye liner. The rest of her makeup was simple, although Peter thought she didn't need it. The girl wore a black cropped shirt underneath a loose flowing checked shirt that she'd borrowed from the teen superhero. She donned her signature black high-top converse along with some black ripped skinny jeans that hugged her figure beautifully.

As he admired her, he couldn't help but think. ‘You can do this Peter, you love her. You owe it to her to meet her friends’

"Peetie, baby, you're staring" she whispered, looking over to him. At this point she'd let her tail and ears appear, knowing she was safe in the confines of the car, where the windows were tinted. Peter gave her a sheepish smile, before leaning over the gear to press a kiss to her glossy lips.

"I'm sorry" he murmured against her lips, closing his eyes and sighing. She cupped his cheeks, allowing him to lean into her touch.

"You're nervous" she frowned, as he slowly opened his eyes to look at her again.

  "Baby I-"

"You don't need to be" she interjected, running her hands through his hair softly. "You're an amazing guy, Pete, they'll love you. I love you"

The teen smiled at his girlfriend's words, he couldn't reply with words so he just kissed her again. The pair pulled back before things got too heated and Peter allowed her to reapply her lip gloss before they headed inside.

Music was blaring throughout the mansion and Peter could only recognise a tune or two as his girlfriend tugged him through the crowds. Many of the young mutants where dancing around like crazy, some even making out (despite Charles' rules). The young superhero could feel his nerves creeping up on him every time (Y/N) stopped to talk to someone, he wanted to make a good first impression on her friends.

After a while of walking around, (Y/N) begun to squeal excitedly. She briefly let go of Peter to hug a red-haired girl and then a brunette beside her. Peter watched as they chatted happily, he blushed when the girls turned to look at him with smiles and giggles. A few minutes later, the trio walked over to Peter who stood awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Peter these are my friends Jean and Jubilee" (Y/N) grinned gesturing to the two girls in front of him. "Jean is a brain freak and Jubilee's just cool"

"Hey!" Jean whined as the other three teens giggled. "So who's your friend (L/N)?"

Peter's brows furrowed, friend? He thought that they knew you were dating. "Actually I'm her-"

"Best friend!" (Y/N) interjected frantically. The others shared a weird look as the girl tried to cover up her mistake. "He's my best friend, yeah, uh um... he's spider man!"

Peter frowned at her antics as she looked up at him nervously, her eyes conveyed that she'd explain later so he opted not to say anything. "Wait?" Jubilee squeaked like a fan girl. "You're the spiderman?!"

"The one and only" Peter chuckled at the girl. The group went on to talk for a while, Peter gradually feeling more comfortable around the mutated teens. They shared more common ground as they all had powers in some kind of form, he knew they wouldn't expose their identity because their powers were just as secret.

Soon enough Jean and Jubilee went off to get some drinks and the couple found themselves slow dancing to an old Shawn Mendes song. Peter grinned as his girlfriend hummed the melody into his chest, as they swayed together like the couples around them. He couldn't help but think back to how she'd referred to him as a friend, what was that about?

"So, I'm  your best friend, huh?" He teased, causing her to pull away, he sighed at the loss of contact but his pout soon faded as she quickly grasped his hands. She blushed as Peter smirked at her. "C'mon now angel, don't be shy. You're usually so confident"

"Sorry baby" she laughed, leaning back into his chest. "I haven't told them that I'm dating you yet"

"And why's that?" Peter smirked, as they resumed their dancing.

"They're both obsessed with Spidey and I didn't have it in my heart to tell them that I'm dating him" (Y/N) explained with a faint smile, looking up to meet the amused gaze of her boyfriend. He shook his head, a small smile of his own gracing his features as (Y/N)'s fluffy tail lightly brushed over his hand.

"They'll figure it out sooner or later"   Peter snickered as the shorter girl rolled her eyes. "You're a good friend"

"And you're a good boyfriend"

Jubilee and Jean soon came back with four red cups filled with cream soda. They group talked and drank their drinks before (Y/N) excused herself to the bathroom. Peter, Jubilee and Jean continued to talk, but the young male became increasingly uncomfortable when the girls started asking him random questions.

"Is the suit really that tight? I bet it makes you look good!"

"Do you work out? I swear I can see a six pack from under that checked shirt"

"You're so cute"

"You're totally my type"

It's not that he wasn't flattered, the girls were sweet but he felt like he was betraying his girl. Peter was comfortable with this kind of stuff around (Y/N) , because she was his girlfriend, she understood him more than anything or anyone else. The (hair colour) girl didn't just find him attractive, she liked him for him. Not Spider-Man, not Tony Stark's apprentice, but plain old Peter Parker from Queens.

"Hey, one more question Peter" Jean piped up, pulling the boy out of his thoughts. He nodded, giving the girls the go ahead as he sipped his lemonade.

Jubilee cut in. "If you had to take one of us on a date, who would it be an why?"

Peter spat out his drink.

Now it's not that he didn't think these girls were pretty, but he couldn't think that way about anyone except for (Y/N). He loved the girl for crying out loud! His gaze nervously shifted between the girls who stood in front of him expectantly. It was when his girlfriend rolled up beside him that he knew what to say.

"Sorry I'm so late girls and Peter, I got caught up with Scott ~ oh Jean he's looking for you by the ~ oh!"

(Y/N) was cut off as Peter pressed his lips eagerly to hers, pulling her closer by the hips. Her (skin colour) arms weaved away around Peter's neck, before tangling in the hairs on the nape of his neck. Her soft black tail wrapped itself around Peter's leg, pulling him even closer whilst her cat ears twitched at the sensation of Peter's tongue dancing with hers. The couple kissed like nobody was watching and like they were the only two people in the world. Soon their lungs began to mutually burn with the need for air, so they pulled apart.

"Sorry ladies" Peter whispered breathlessly, turning to face the other two mutants. "But she's my girl"

(Y/N) looked between her two friends, a pink flush dusting her cheeks. "I guess I should've introduced him as my boyfriend... not my best friend"

"A heads up would have been nice" Jean agreed, with a chuckles as Jubilee nodded her head. "Why didn't you tell us?!"

"I didn't want to ruin your celebrity crush" the girl giggled, still wrapped in Peter's arms.

"It's just a crush girl" Jubilee scolded playfully, her cheeks dusted with a blush. "And although I'm absolutely mortified because I flirted with my best friend's boyfriend, I'm happy for you guys!"

"Yup he's a keeper! Totally cute!" Jean added with a whisper. The three girls let out some giggles before excusing themselves to find Scott (who'd somehow lost his glasses - well Peter Maximoff had taken them) leaving the couple behind.

"Your girl, huh? That's new" (Y/N) teased, pressing herself to Peter's chest, causing him to tense under her touch. She dragged her soft black tail, down the side of his face, gazing lovingly into Peter's brown hues as she cupped his cheeks. He placed his creamy hands over hers, gazing back with the same intensity.

"They needed to know that you're the only girl for me, I could never want anybody else"

(Y/N) smiled, a grin just like the Cheshire Cat, as her boyfriend pulled her close once more before pressing a long passionate kiss to her pink lips. Just to let her know, that she would always be his girl.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it @imaginesyes

[rassasassalin]

I like that we're starting out Smackdown talking about the Women's Rumble, but I am slightly worried, considering the last time we had a turning point for women's wrestling in the WWE, that the last "woman" to come in will be Santino Marella in drag again and 'Santina' will end up winning the whole thing.  Like, listen, I understand what they did with Ellesworth, and as far as heelworking goes, it was brilliant, that was legit, real heat for Ellesworth and Carmella.  But the timing was so fucking bad.  And then before that, it was the women's hell in a cell and that was... well it wasn't Awful but it wasn't super great either.

I'm feeling slightly awkward about Daniel and Shane having it out right now.  It feels like when the Folks are trying to not have an arguement because their kiddos are in the same room but they're also not going to let the subject that could start an argument drop because that would mean the other would win by default and they refuse. I know people think this'll be the start of a heel turn for Daniel, but honestly, this might be a heel Shane turn.  I mean, we all know that modern WWE, every McMahon, no matter what they do, are at their core, a heel.  Then again, they might be doing that really weird thing where everyone in the company- outside of like, Corey- treat the obvious Face as a Heel despite the fact that the fan's, the fan's friends and family, and like Sasquatches living in the wilds of Washington State know that the "heel" is actually totally in the right and are the true good guy in the scenario. DANIEL KNOW DON'T TELL HIM TO FIRE YOU HE'S A MCMAHON HE'LL FUCKING DO IT jesus wept ouch daniel that's painful crowd please stop with the who's you're daddy quote gulak wouldn't approve.

...Don't trust that.  Shane's a McMahon, they don't let people get one over on them like that, this is going to end in tears.

Heeeeeey there Usos.  Everyone's going shirtless now.  The Twins, Baron...  I'm alright with this. Dig the Usos, but tbh, I'm actually rooting for Chad and Sheldon.. uh... Chaldon?  Gabejamin?  Their names don't really go together easily but I'll forgive them for that. Fucking beautiful, I love these boys, Benjamin is the fucking best, I'm so exicted to see them doing well.

Oooh, a Dolph celebration.  While Dolph's going through his partypooper no fun phase.  Wow.  So excited.

...Okay, that was a damn good package about the Lady's Rumble, yeah, I'm with you Charlotte, I legit have chills.  I'm still worried, but I'm also Hopeful. Still half suspecting Charlotte to go "But congratulations the most to ME, Who made all of this Possible by being AMAZING and PERFECT in all ways haha I'm still a baddy at heart because I'm best heel"  I mean, I know she won't because there are barely any Faces in the SD women's division, but still. Aw nice, using that numbers game AGAINST the Riot(t?) Squad.  More people you have in your group, the more likely you are to get in someone else's way

NEW DAY I LOVE YOU. ..............OH MY GOD, IT'S RUSEV AND AIDEN!!!  I HAD NO IDEA, THEIR DISGUISES ARE SO GOOD. Could they have a merch off?  No, but seriously, two of the best merch sellers in the WWE.  And could you imagine what it would do for their sales numbers, if people knew that actually buying shirts and cereal and stuffies and what have you.  And if they're open and upfront about it, then it comes off as more charming than, you know, a heartless attempt at just getting more money.  It's a win all around. ...but please let Rusev and Aiden come out to fight still dressed up and let them assure the crowd that it is in fact them underneath their costumes becauase that's like one of my favorite wrestling tropes when the crowd gets to act SUPER AMAZINGLY MINDBLOWINGLY SURPRISED when someone gets unmasked and such.

PLEASE, CROWDS, START SINGING ZIGGLER'S THEME ANYWAY. Although, now that I think about it, outside of I'm Here To Show The World, I... yeah, I don't know it either when I don't hear it. ...Is Dolph wearing a dress shirt with little pink flamingos all over it???????????  What is???  Dolph, how am I supposed to take your serious heel promo seriously when Flamingos????????????????????  Dolph please, please, help me help you I can't even pay attention to what you're saying I'm only hearing like every three words or so becauase fucking Flamingos.  Do they symbolize something???  Are you trying to tell us something Dolph??????  How do you even buy a dress shirt with tiny pink flamingos printed on it?  Where does one go to buy that???????   Yes I know you've got all these accolades I know dude, but F L A M I N G O S.  Awwww, Simon.  AND FLAMINGO PINK SHORTS. Oooooooh Shitttttt, Dolph, don't mention succesful MitB cash ins, that's a bad idea, and I don't think your flamingos will be a proper sheild against an angry Baron HOLY SHIT THEY SHOWED AJ LEE AGAIN ON LIVE TV!!!!!!  FOR LIKE A SECOND BUT SHE WAS THERE. THE FUCKING FLAMINGOS I'M DYING, I"M SORRY BUT I JUST CAN"T GET OVER THEM "...You don't deserve this title"??? and then pull a Punk? Dolph, what are you doing, what are you going to do to that belt???? ...What?  He's just going to- is this Dolph retiring?  They won't even let him go out on a match?????????  The Shit Is This???????  That can't be it.  No, honestly, that'd be super fucked up, I'm not the biggest Dolph fan but I appreciate what he's done for the company and he should go out passing the torch to someone else, like Sami or Tye or someone, you know???  Fuck, I don't like that.  I can't believe I'm saying this but I'd rather he'd have spit or stompped or something on on the belt.  I feel very unsettled and confused and I don't like it.

And the WWE's gonna pull a Disney here.  You know, putting on a goofy match after that bullshit isn't going to make me forget the trauma that you just put me through, you're just going to make me feel more emotionally confused.

John Cena is officially Santa now, mmkay.

Excuse me mister announcer, I think you mean Santa and Frosty. So goofy costumes is making me think about Breezango, who are nowhere to be seen, so I guess I'm just to assume that they've been officially murdered and are dead noooooooooo AIDEN WHAT IS THE BACK OF YOUR COSTUME WHY DOES IT HAVE A SEXY PEEPHOLE ALSO COREY WOW DUDE TOO SOON CAN WE NOT ABOUT MY MONGO I like how they did the rusev day chant to New Day Rocks that makes me happy. Pfffft. Rusev taking back his undies.  Pfffffft. Seriously Rusev is so great, he deserves the world. Pfffffff pancakes of positivity. Actually, pancakes sound amazing, but I don't have any syrup in the house right now.  I suppose I could make them pre-sweetened...  Hmmm... So just so it's on the record, I love Xavier's boots.  I love his little elf boots they're great, so good have always been the greatest. YES AIDEN, SHOW THEM WHAT DAY IT IS HELL YES KILL THAT TABLE! OH WAIT NO!!!!!!!!  NOT THE PANCAKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! more of a coolwhip gal myself too. i know it's not real cream but like, you know, just kinda tastes better to me. I love how Dramatic Xavier is.  And how Dramatic Aiden is. ...Jesus Xavier, don't- that was gross, let's not ever do THAT again please, oh god.

Still weirded out by the WWF commercials.  I don't think I'll ever not be weirded out by the WWF commercials.

You know what I'm looking forward to???  The point in time where technology has advanced enough that we can get 360 degree cameras at wrestling avents so that I can choose where I want to look.  I know it'll be even more death to Kayfabe, but like, I wanna see wrestlers dancing to other wrestler's themes.  And also be sometimes it feels like a lot of the time the camera work isn't fucking great and at least if I miss important stuff it'll be because of my own inabilities and not because of someone else.

Awww, I was hoping AJ and Shinsuke were going to take out my darling Singh bros, whom I love, but would also kind of love watching them get beaten the fuck up. Sami you can't say you weren't doing anything with his hair when you bring up your hand and you still have Shin's hair on your fingers. Yes, Nakamura messed with Sami's chesthair but at least he didn't tweak a nipple or something, right?  Right.  Gotta look at the brightside guys. JESUS CHRIST POOR SAMI THAT HURT *ME* IS YOUR PELVIS OKAY, PLEASE DON'T PUKE THAT'LL SET ME OFF HOLY SHIT SERIOUSLY, we're three commercials in and I'm still not over it was that planned was that supposed to happen??? that must have knocked the air outta him if nothing else but christ I'm seriously in pain over here just thinking about it happening to me I can't even. Sami's back up, okay, but holy shit I wouldn't be I'd just roll under the ring and allow myself to die in peace. ...That was a nice move by Jinder messing with the ropes, dangit.

C'mon Ref, SEND... THEM... OUT!!!  ...wait, no, despite my love of that trope, I love the Singh's too much, they're too good to send them away.  Also why do they keep- The fuck was that with AJ and Randy???  The Phenomenal Forearm doesn't need any inair assitence???  That was kinda dumb guys.  Guys, I love you, but that was goofy.

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?  DON'T CARE BECAUSE NOW IT'S FINALLY TIME FOR SOME DREW05LIVE!!! ...but also let me take a moment before that to appreciate how beautiful and graceful Shinsuke is, wow, I love him.