#x-men dofp spoilers

[anundyingfidelity]

HAPPY MISTAKE — Logan Howlett

Summary: Not ever, through all the years of your life, you found someone like Logan. Since he arrived at the school, something brought you together like a magnet. Sadly, not everything came out as you wished it would be. Time is not gentle with mutants, and you try so hard to show him your unconditional love before everything is over, but can you finally accept your feelings for each other? Or yours and Logan's tumultuous relationship through the years.

(PART ONE → PART TWO) | GEN MASTERLIST!

Pairing: Logan x mutant!female!reader.

Word count: 9.6k.

Warnings: slow burn, breaking up(?)/making up, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut and unprotected everything, language, character death, time travel, Logan hurting reader unintentionally, wounds and blood. Logan being a whore for both Jean Grey and the reader. Reader has slow aging as Logan and looks around mid 30s in my head. Anthropology teacher!reader. Reader can manipulate light (just like Starlight from The Boys). This takes place between different movies from the franchise, from X-Men 1 to DoFP, so spoilers of the movies ahead.

Notes: Long time no write. Life is horrible but somehow I managed to get this in like two months. I love Logan so fucking much now you don't have an idea. This was also written with Happy Mistake by Lady Gaga in mind. If you'd like to be tagged in the second part let me know or let me know your thoughts on this, it's very much appreciated! I suffered a lot writing it .

𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒙 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊'𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆.

—

2000

“Need any help?”

Logan stopped on his tracks from wandering around the cozy, yet strange place he woke up in. Turning on his feet, he saw your figure standing in the middle of the hallway. He said nothing, but you approached him as you had known him for a very long time.

“I assume you’re the new guy-”

“Where is she?” Logan abruptly interrupted once you stood inches away from him.

“Rogue? She’s fine. And you need to take a little rest.”

“I don’t need medical attention,” he said, looking around to search for a nearby exit. Before he walked away you took his arm in a soft grip.

He was, as much as you could tell, surprised by your boldness. You gave him no time to process his next movements once you talked again, your voice firm and welcoming in a way he had never felt before.

“Please, you need to meet Professor Xavier,” you said. “At least before you go. It’s totally fine if you wanna leave, I don’t recommend it though, but we can offer you a safe place here. We are just like you.”

Logan’s hardened expression relaxed for a moment, sensing no threat coming from you. All he saw in your eyes wasn’t pity, nor anger at him being kind of an asshole at first. It was just authority, the good kind where he also had something to say and decide about.

“Whatcha say, Logan?”

He was so immersed in his thoughts before you called his name, thinking it sounded beautiful falling off your lips. You gave him a half smile as he took in each detail of your face, as if he was memorizing every part of it.

It was the first time someone had been nice to him and it felt strangely good.

For some reason, it felt very good coming from you.

—

Logan just found out from the Professor’s mouth the mansion was a school for mutants. Gifted people, he called them. After learning another powerful mutant was behind him and Rogue, he had no other choice but accept the shelter. He didn’t like the other guys better, playing the teacher with a bunch of teenagers with special or cursed abilities. But besides Storm and Jean, you were the person who had welcomed him the most, even showing him the place and the room he would stay in.

One late night, you sat at the dining table together. Logan was silently drinking a beer outside school hours so the kids wouldn’t see him, and you, reading a bunch of papers from your students that you were missing. He realized how hard you worked, how you would praise your students, how you talked to them outside classes, being the one to actually convince Rogue to enroll in the school. Immediately, he knew you were really something, having much more in common than he thought. And you, living for so long, being both a mutant and a lady for sure had a hard life through time.

“What you teach again?” he suddenly asked, breaking the comfortable silence you shared.

“Anthropology,” you answered, giving him a short glance. “I took this at college a long time ago, and I’ve been alive long enough to know a thing or two,” you explained, putting away a paper after putting an A+ on it proudly. “It’s important to understand ourselves, humankind and mutants… It’s a diverse world and there are lots of cultures, languages and societies we don’t get to know, but it’s beautiful. I think I like to celebrate what makes us unique. I've had the chance to study some of them around the world since I had the time, y’know, and it’s truly amazing. It’s a shame we have to fight between us to make us heard when we could just be kind and empathetic to each other… Sorry, you didn’t ask but, y’know, anyway.”

You shook your head with a curve on your lips, going back to the next paper. Logan had taken the sparks in your eyes as you talked. He half smiled to himself once you buried yourself in your papers again, thinking you sounded just like Professor Xavier. No wonder why he took you in. Probably, if things were different for him, he would’ve found something that could light his face with so much passion just like you did.

“Been alive for almost two hundred years,” Logan said and you looked up to him. “We might have things about the past to share,” he drank from his beer. It was your turn to smile back at him.

“Yeah, well, I’ve lived both horrible but nice things. Couldn’t read or do math without being called a witch,” you chuckled to yourself, but hiding on the inside the awful experiences you had to endure. “Someday, we could go out and grab a coffee or something,” you said with a playful smile.

A light chuckle left your lips, but you and him knew it wasn’t just a joke.

He joined you with a warm smile that lit up his face before disappearing from his lips. “Of course. Count me in.”

—

The sun was shining bright and the weather was great that morning. Some of the students were in the yard playing, having some quality time, and others simply just left to go to the town. It was a good weekend before the next semester started, and it was better now knowing Magneto had been taken to prison after his failed attempt to use Rogue for his plans.

Sipping on your coffee, you saw the students outside. Laughing, running, having a good breakfast picnic. It felt heartwarming just taking this sight, wishing it would always be like this. Your mindful peace was interrupted when Logan entered the kitchen to have a coffee on his own. Visibly, you tensed just a little when he approached you and sat right in front of you at the dining table. The caffeine was not helping at all, you thought.

“Morning,” he greeted you, noticing something was off on you, but hoping it would pass. Maybe you already knew.

“Morning…” your voice came out as a whisper. “How you feeling?”

“Better. What about you?”

You gave a small nod. “Good, thanks for asking.”

A silence fell upon you. Not like the ones you used to share in lonely nights where you prepared your classes and Logan just sat down calmly because he couldn’t sleep. This time it was different. Words won’t come out of your mouth to ask what was really bothering you. You had grown up to like Logan and enjoy his company, but he had a lot of walls upon him, protecting himself of the world and people around him.

However, you understood why he did it. You both have been alive longer than anyone else. You saw people you love dearly dead, being killed because of your flaws. And you really connected to his idea of protecting people by leaving their side. It was better being away. That was until Professor Xavier recruited you. Here, you had a purpose and you helped young people to become the best versions of themselves. You wished Logan could do the same, stay and see he was more of what he thought of himself, but it wouldn’t happen. Right? He had things to sort out on his own.

“Are you leaving soon?”

When you asked the question, Logan knew you had heard something from the Professor. He gave you a nod.

“I need to reconnect with who I was,” he simply answered.

“Right… Wish you all the best there.”

Logan had grown to like you over the past few weeks you shared, exchanging experiences and lessons of life you had taken through the years. For a moment, he looked right into your eyes and smiled. He weirdly smiled, and you could swear he’d miss you too once he is away.

But that warm feeling soon faded away once Jean walked into the kitchen, saying good morning and beaming to the both of you. Logan followed her with his gaze, straightening himself on his seat as she served her own breakfast and an extra plate that you already knew was for Scott. She also began putting fruits and snacks inside a picnic basket while looking all happy and settled, and you knew why Logan had fallen in love with her. It was all over his face.

And you wondered how could he act and talk to you so kindly and sweet, and then look at Jean like that. It was a pain in your heart you tried to dissipate. Everyone knew Jean and Scott were a couple, and the fact that Logan had a not so secret crush on her really played on you. It made you feel like a fool and you had too many heartbreaks and hurted people, putting them in danger due to your mutation, to take initiative and start a relationship - or anything of the sort - again.

Scott made his way inside the kitchen, saying hi to both of you - mostly you. And took the tray with their plates as Jean grabbed the basket, but she let Scott leave the kitchen before.

“Have a good trip, Logan,” she said kindly. “I hope to see you around here soon.”

“Thank you, Jean.”

She smiled one last time before leaving you all alone, Logan following her with his eyes. Just for a second, you wished he could see you like that underneath his facade.

—

You had packed your stuff later that day, deciding a little air and a change for one night would do no wrong. Just as you were walking to the main door, Rogue was saying her goodbyes to Logan after giving him a small hug without really touching him. It was a cute sight how Rogue was able to step into his cold heart. She said goodbye to you as well before leaving the entrance.

“You’re going away too?” Logan asked, rather surprised as you both walked through the door, the sun hitting your skin as soon as you were out of the mansion. He knew your life was at the school.

“Just for the weekend,” you shrug it off.

Logan gave you a nod with a warm smile. “Then have a good trip and enjoy yourself.”

“Thanks. I hope you find what you’ve been looking for.”

“I hope so too,” Logan answered and before he went to take Scott’s bike, he looked at you hesitantly for a couple of seconds. “We should go out and grab some coffee once I’m back.”

Your lips formed a wide smile. “That sounds really nice.”

For a moment, where time felt like hours and not seconds, you stood right out the door, looking at each other. You wanted him to go first, but he was waiting for you to say something. Probably to ride the bike with him, he could leave you somewhere near your destination and feel you close - just be around you for at least five more minutes. But none of that ever happened.

Instead, you studied his face, looking at his deep eyes, and then his lips - those lips you wanted to kiss so bad before, but never had the courage to do so. You didn’t think further, and if something had taken possession over you, you leaned towards him leaving a short, sweet kiss on the corner of his lips.

“Take care,” you mumbled once you pulled away.

Not waiting for his answer, you turned back, pulling your bag to your side stronger than ever and walked the path to the front gates, feeling his gaze all over you until you left the mansion.

He felt such an idiot for not kissing you properly.

—

2003

‘I know what I want, but what do you want?’

Mystique’s words echoed through his head. Logan left the tent so long ago he didn’t know what time it was anymore and the situation kept repeating again and again in his mind. The woman had shifted between Jean, Ororo, and you. The one that icked him the most being Rogue once Mystique had taken her figure in. Storm was a good colleague, Jean was a forbidden love, Rogue was like his little sister, someone he would protect as long as he could, and you… you were a different case. When Mystique was about to kiss him wearing your figure, he finally realized he started feeling things he had prohibited himself for a very long time, and he thought he shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t.

Once or twice you shared experiences about love and partners, but he could tell it hurted you the same way as him. He couldn’t burden breaking your heart, or worse, getting you hurt because of what he was. Logan knew you had the same bad luck in the past, but it didn’t stop any of you to pull towards each other like a magnet.

‘Living for so long does things to you, Logan. I feel we become more aware of what we are.’

Those words you said to him one time remained in his head like a warning, and he took it personally.

Closing his eyes, he leaned against a hard tree trunk some feet away from the tents where the rest of the X-Men rested. He tried to find some peace alone for a few moments when the sounds of steps approaching alerted his senses. Claws out and ready to attack, he spun around the trunk only to stop in a second.

There you were, a bright light emanating from your hand to illuminate your path in the darkness of the woods.

“Logan?”

Quickly, he withdrew his claws and his body relaxed visibly. “Sorry,” he apologized, leaning against the tree one more time.

“Are you okay?” you asked, but you already knew the answer. The exhausted sigh he let out told you everything you needed. You let the soft glow of light floating between you and him, to illuminate both of you under the branches. “You wanna talk?”

He slowly shook his head, mumbling ‘no’. He became startled in the light floating like a firefly, letting his own issues wash away with your sole company. Ironically, everything that was troubling him was you. Softly, you caressed his arm, taking him out of his own thoughts. Your touch didn’t help his poor mind either.

Looking worried about the next mission in Lake Alkali, you feared for him and your team. And your lack of sleep was showing it. But just like Logan, the growing feelings were troubling your head. You had seen him talking with Jean earlier when you landed in the forest - talking too close to your liking once he pulled her for a kiss. But what could you do? Logan was still after Jean even when she had already declined him countless of times, and it didn’t really hurt you. It just felt strange inside. Why would he do that while still being nice to you, quitting being a dick when he wanted because he knew you’d snap back at him. And to be honest, Logan looked as if he liked that about you. But he won’t admit it out loud, and of course, you wouldn’t ask. Men were so damn complicated.

“Well, I only expect things to not get worse…” you finally said in a soft whisper since he wasn’t talking and you stopped your head going further on the matter. And you knew he wouldn’t talk soon either. “And you’re brave for seeking your past.”

Logan locked his eyes with your own, under the soft light. Your tired gaze, your figure, your aura pulling him like he found a treasure in an abandoned cave… He felt so bad for falling for someone like you, who was nothing compared to the crap he was. And then, for the first time in years, he decided to follow his instinct with you.

He leaned towards your figure, his rough hand cupping your cheek gently before pulling you in for a kiss. With a soft sigh you corresponded, your arms around his neck as it turned deeper and harsher. Logan lifted you easily from the ground, your legs tangling around his waist until you felt your back against a rough surface, trapped between the trunk and his body. Soft moans and grunts mingled, your chest pressing against his own, his hips grinding against your crotch. It was obvious you wanted this. Logan desired you so painfully after that day you kissed him goodbye at the mansion, he needed your body and soul. But you had to have answers before giving into the heat of the moment.

Pulling away, you broke the kiss, your forehead resting against his own as you tried to catch your breath. Logan tried to taste you once again, but you placed two of your fingers on his swollen lips.

“Why’d you kiss her?”

He remained silent, brows furrowed and eyes blown in lust. You didn’t make any effort to pull him away. He still had you between his legs, asking a simple question he had no response for.

“We’re adults here, Logan. Just wanna know why before we go further.”

Logan started to remember. He vividly heard Jean and Mystique voicing out and asking the right question.

‘Girls flirt with the bad guy. They take the good guy home.’

‘What do you want?’

“Do you really want me?” he asked in return.

You lifted an eyebrow at his sudden question. “And do you?”

He leaned again for a kiss on your lips, and thankfully for him, you didn’t stop it. But he quickly pulled away and inhaled your sweet scent from the skin on your neck, leaving a path of soft pecks, until he nipped the shell of your ear softly. You shivered under his touch.

“I’d love to have you,” he whispered, softly caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Come to my tent,” you mumbled. “Sleep with me. But like, seriously, sleep with me ‘cause I’m tired,” you chuckled, hoping to not kill the mood.

Logan smiled for a bit and nodded, pecking your lips one more time before helping you get on your feet on the muddy ground, hands rubbing your sides slowly.

“As long as I have you by my side it’s alright with me.”

—

Jean’s death was hard to swallow.

For weeks, students and teachers mourned her, and you felt sorry for Scott for losing his soulmate. Logan was not in the best shape either. He didn’t attend her funeral, he never had the guts to stand by her grave either, until now. You stopped right behind him and noticed him sighing, under the afternoon sunset. He was tense because of everything, but when you took his hand out of the pocket of his jacket, he held onto you. Your fingers intertwined together, feeling his life depending solely on you, like a rock he needed to support his whole weight.

The day was about to end, the sun slowly hiding, giving a beautiful painting of orange and purple in the sky. You thought it would soon become an intense thunderstorm due to Ororo’s mourn - something you had gotten used to the last few days.

“She saved us,” Logan barely mumbled, looking intensely at the grave.

You nodded, even if he could not see you. “Can’t blame her, I’d have done the same.”

Those words cause him to look back at you, wishing it’d be a lie. But inside, Logan knew you really had the guts to sacrifice yourself for others. It was something he remembered both of you talking about some time ago. And you would give everything in your hands to save the ones you love.

Quietly, Logan gave a last glance at Jean’s grave, and guided you inside the mansion. Classes barely started again due to the circumstances and a few kids could be seen around the halls. You accompanied him to the doors of his room, noticing you had been holding hands the whole time. Probably no one really cared, they were too busy trying to go through the grief of losing a loved one. Slowly, you broke the gesture, taking your hand away and Logan immediately missed the heat and comfort of your hand.

“Do you need anything?” you asked in a low voice.

Looking at you, Logan reminisced how you kissed in the woods, the need and lust for each other that couldn’t be. He did sleep in your tent that night, in the comfort of your arms, feeling the warmth of your skin. It was, probably, the first time he had a good, peaceful night of sleep in years. No one had brought that up, but he knew something was there. And he needed to act on it before it was too late.

So he brought up his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks lovingly before planting a kiss on your lips, not caring he was standing in the middle of the hallway where anyone could see what was going on. You leaned against his touch, deepening the kiss until you couldn’t catch a breath. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead into yours, taking in the beauty of your bright eyes and swollen lips. Everything wandering his mind, making a path right into his cold heart was right in front of him.

“You.”

—

Knocking Professor Xavier's door, you walked inside as soon as his voice announced to come in. You caught your breath seeing Logan by his desk. He just gave you a quick, accomplice glimpse and left the room, closing the door behind. The exchange of glances wasn’t unnoticed by Charles.

“Here’s the report on my subject for this last semester, Professor,” you announced, leaving the folder on the wooden desk.

“Thank you. How’s Logan doing?” he asked all of a sudden, checking the door the man had crossed just seconds ago.

“Excuse me?”

“Do you believe he is comfortable helping the kids?” the old man asked again. He was seeing right through you, and you kind of hated every time he used to do that to you. Nothing could be hidden from Xavier; definitely you couldn’t hide a single thing for the man who took you in decades ago.

“Why would I know that?”

He shrugged it off. “Well, you seem very close lately.”

Close was not the best word to describe your relationship with Logan. Yet, you were sleeping on his bed just the night before. The trace of his kisses, the burn of his beard on your skin, his teeth biting softly your breasts, his rough hands all over your hips… Every touch he left on your body you could still feel it, and you wanted to think he was not just using you. During the past weeks, you were together. Not quite a relationship-thing was established properly, but it was the closest thing any of you could have as for now.

It was a mixture of grief, pain, and hope that had you both still standing. In the end, you understood what he felt. Being alone and alive for so long and then finding a place where people accepted you for who you were was a whole change, even if some years passed by. Though, the time Logan had been spending at the school was nothing but a blink of an eye compared to his past.

“What happened to our team is still affecting us,” you finally said. “I believe we are good friends, yes, we’ve been supporting each other. And he doesn’t know how to deal with the students yet most of the time, but I try to walk him through it.”

Xavier hummed, smiling at the corner of his lips as he eyed the folder you handed him. “I bet you both do.Thanks for bringing your report on time, as always, and I apologize if I am being intrusive. Just please be careful with the noises both of you make at night, we have kids around here.”

Shit.

You swallowed your pride right there and simply gave a nod, feeling the heat burning up your face.

“Will do, Professor.”

—

A loud gasp escaped your lips as you held for dear life on his broad shoulders, hips snapping against your own. His pace was reckless, keeping you on the edge of sin. Grunts mixed with sweet moans, skin hitting skin again and again every time you felt his cock inside you. If possible, your nails could have already left visible scars and marks on his back, scratching and bleeding off his skin as he fucked you senseless.

Logan sucked on the bare skin on your neck, inhaling your scent, feeling your walls clenching around his girth, his hands roughly grabbing the sides of your hips as you moaned his name, over and over, under the moonlight. He looked at you intensely with loving eyes when you came underneath him, eyes flashing that familiar bright light every time a powerful orgasm hit your body. The vulnerable sight of your figure shaking, eyes closing slowly and biting your lip to keep the pretty noises low, made him reach the sweetest high.

With a grunt, he leaned to attack your lips in a heated, wet kiss to moan against your mouth. Logan pulled back to press butterfly kisses on your jaw, until he reached your breasts, feeling himself soften inside your wet heat. His hips were still thrusting just enough to fill you up at a gentle rhythm. Marking you his and only his.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled against the sensitive skin of your chest. “Remind me why we’re here again.”

You chuckled softly, fingers tangling on his disheveled hair. You just had prepared a small date night out at the shores of a beautiful lake in the woods. No one could bother you if you were alone, and since your relationship was not so secret anymore, you needed him in a place that wasn’t the school. So here you were, laying on your back, fully naked on the picnic blanket, with the Wolverine between your legs, enjoying the calmness of the water, the green grass, the crickets singing around, and the cold of the night.

“Privacy perhaps?” you whispered as his eyes locked on yours.

Softly you touched his cheek with the palm of your hand and he rolled both of you over, until you laid on top of him, legs straddling his waist and your arms on his shoulders to sit on his lap. Silence took over, his hands soothing your hips and the marks he left on your body from the intense love-making.

“I’m so happy we took a couple of days off…”

You waited for Logan to say something. Anything. You wanted to continue, to tell him how you really felt. Instead, you decided it was better leaving it like this. Logan gave you a nod, pulling you for a short kiss.

“Yeah. Me too.”

He wanted to say it out loud, but was too scared to do so.

—

2006

After a couple of long years, the school and the team had to learn how to go through the grief and pain Jean left. Logan had a hard time processing it, just like all your teammates, specially Scott, and of course the students. It didn’t stop you from moving on as time went by though, always remembering her for the great person and mind she was. Going forward and keeping fighting is what she would’ve wanted for everyone, even now that a certain cure for mutants was announced to the public.

You tried to continue your life as a professor at the school, training students, leading young people, and you invited and encouraged Logan to do so countless times. Deep inside, you wished it was you the reason why Logan decided to stay and train young mutants - for you to be the answer to his loneliness. That he knew, for once and all, that he was not alone. You got each other, and you could do something about it. Words unspoken said more than anything, at least you thought so.

It was one of those rare nights where you got some time for yourselves, walking around the city after having a nice and calm dinner. Your shoulders brushed against each other while you walked downtown, your hands hiding inside the pockets of your jacket, protecting them from the cold.

There was a lot on your mind lately, thinking about what you two really were. If there was a stronger feeling in between, or if it was solely because he enjoyed your company and that was it. Both had lived enough to know there was a feeling in the middle. It wasn’t just friends with benefits, or co-workers who sleep together three times a week. Something was blooming deep inside you, but you tried to not give it a lot of attention all those years. Still, it felt like it had to be addressed sooner or later, and this could be the time. In the end, you understood each other perfectly. How painful it was, how living longer than anyone was, how you had to leave everything and everyone behind because you were dangerous…

“Have you ever wondered how’d it feel to have a normal life?” your question came out all of the sudden.

“How come?” He looked at you from the corner of his eye.

You didn’t know if his gaze was judging you but you continued anyway.

“Like living a normal amount of years… Not having these things, genes that make us different. Or special…”

Logan suddenly stopped in his tracks and grabbed your arm softly so you could lock eyes together as he asked. “You’re not thinking of getting that damn cure, aren’t you?”

“Of course not!”

“Then why’d you think that?”

“Because I never had anyone in my life, Logan,” you spat, pulling your arm away from his grip. “I’ve been alive for so long but I can’t promise myself a future. A real one. Not anything, it doesn’t matter if I live forever. Every person I loved before perished.”

Those words shook him out of the rough façade showing on his face. Your gaze told a hundred different stories when he studied your face every time. It was like mirroring himself at some point. You were the first person he ever got to know that has lived as long as he has, and maybe it was the sentimentalism, but he tried to push away those wishes of settling down. Of trying to be normal. Because he was not, and maybe, just maybe, you just didn’t accept it like he did. Probably, he was just giving up. But you weren’t, even after hundreds of years of disgrace continuously happening.

“I thought you’d get this, Logan.”

You mumbled, taking him out of his trance.

“Well, I do, in a way,” he said, but sounded more like an excuse for himself.

“Then why don’t you say it?”

“Wha-”

“Just say it,” you repeated and pointed between you and him. “What is this for you? What are we?”

Logan grabbed on your shoulders gently and leaned towards you, stealing a kiss on the sidewalk, a kiss you obliged with a bittersweet feeling for some reason, but then he whispered. “Darling, you’re everything to me now.”

Yet, you smiled and kissed him back, feeling his lips curve against your own. Well, that wasn’t so hard was it?

—

Needless to say, after the last date, your relationship with Logan had evolved to something more domestic, considering you lived together in your workplace. Affection, holding hands, quick kisses were shared now a little more freely, and you had received a couple of jokes and teases from some students and Storm. But it was fine as long as you had cleared your path with Logan, even if he didn’t act like a partner sometimes.

The certain calmness you felt one day disappeared when Logan and Ororo went to look for Scott, who often had these sad thoughts, and since Jean was his partner, it was thoroughly complicated for him to say the least. When Logan and Ororo came back to the mansion, it was not what you expected to see. Jean was alive and Scott was gone.

It hurted you, knowing first hand that their love wouldn’t be anymore. You met both of them when they were so young, becoming something like their mentor when they used to learn how to control their powers and how to fit in this world that loathed mutants to death. Now, the school was something else. It was a big, special place that was not the same without the brains of Jean, or the enthusiasm and leadership of Scott. Things were different, they had to change because the circumstances told so, and everyone had a difficult time adapting to it. One thing after another left you tired, with no option to run away, even if you wanted to. The complicated circumstances and the relationship you shared with Logan were no help either.

While on your way to check on Jean, who was still under observation after a couple of days, you stopped in your tracks when the heavy door of the med bay slid. Logan, looking all out of his daily self and mad, found you at the entrance, and you felt something different emanating from him.

For what you could see behind him, Jean was still asleep, and the Professor called Logan to come back with a serious voice, but he ignored the older man, instead approaching you.

“You knew, didn’t you?” Logan grasped your arm, his tone lower and deeper than usual.

You quickly pulled off his grip and hissed. “What are you talking about?”

“Jean.”

You felt silent. Of course she was anything he could think of since they found her.

“You knew he was controlling her,” Logan went on and your heart skipped a beat.

The look in your eyes told everything but lies. Logan scoffed and walked away, leaving you standing alone under Professor Xavier’s gaze.

“I’ll talk to him,” you mumbled at your mentor before following Logan, trying to keep his pace until he reached his room.

The whole way you tried to keep it professional, greeting students as normally you would, but when you crossed his door it was impossible to continue with the facade.

“Logan-”

“He’s insane,” he snapped, putting his jacket on and taking his bag out.

“Everything that was done was meant to protect her,” you responded calmly as he placed a handful of clothes inside the bag.

“No, you did it because you are disgusting. I bet this is what should’ve been for me if I refused to cooperate with your circus or something.”

“You don’t know what she is capable of-”

“Yeah, well I don’t wanna hear it anymore. This is so fucked up, even for you,” he continued, bag on his hand taking long strides until you were almost touching noses. 

You scoffed, trying to laugh at the irony. “What does that even mean? Do you know how horrible it is to be controlled by the Phoenix inside her?.”

Logan rolled his eyes, not wanting to hear another poor excuse. You continued anyway, looking straight in his eyes before he could leave you hanging with your own words. Exactly like he used to do every damn time when you had an argument. Today, he wouldn’t run away that fast.

“She could kill you in a second and won’t hesitate. For her, we’re nothing. We’re not rivals, we can’t do shit. The only thing we could do was keep her alter ego somewhere hiding inside her mind, or else we wouldn’t be here arguing about something you never witnessed. Because I did and you don’t wanna see that, trust me,” you spat at him. He breathed rage at your words and you knew that it was getting on his nerves seeing the way his hands turned to fists. “And you think this version of her cares for you? Or that she loves you? Jean is gone now, Logan, fucking get over it.”

With last harsh words, you turned around and left the room, closing the door with a thud. 

Logan breathed out. He wanted to scream, hit something, run away… Anything to let it out. He was a reckless mess but how could he react and accept Charles was playing with Jean’s mind? And you fucking knew all this time and didn’t say anything? Were his feelings dirty on him right now? Probably. Shit, he took years to finally tell you the truth about his love and affection towards you. He spent months trying to find the right words just to say ‘I love you’, and still, it seemed it wasn’t enough. The forbidden love he felt for Jean never disappeared, and he felt guilty for it.

—

You walked down to the med bay after calming down for a bit. You only needed to check on Jean for a moment and see how she was doing. Years prior, you had witnessed what the Phoenix was capable of, so you didn’t really question Charles’ methods when it came to hide this dangerous side of her inside her mind. You also thought your words might have been a little harsh on Logan, but it was the truth. He didn’t know who the Phoenix was and, if his feelings for Jean resurfaced after believing her being dead, then it wasn’t on you. As much as you loved him, as much as you tried and somehow managed to move on together, he was so easily dragged to her.

The anger you felt before took over you once again, as you found the metal doors of the lab in debris. Quickly, you made your way inside the room and found Jean wasn’t there and that Logan was lying unconscious on the floor. You knelt down by his side, calling him over and over and touching his face and shaking his shoulders until he finally opened his eyes slowly, coming back to reality.

“Logan, what happened?”

“She… she killed Scott. The Phoenix,” he whispered. You could tell he was a little weak and out of breath.

“You’re lucky she just ran away,” you pointed out, helping him to sit down. His eyes were lost in the mess in the room. Tools were destroyed, test tubes broken, crystal was everywhere, and Jean left the reminder of kissing him, yet again, before she escaped. God, he felt so idiotic.

“I’m sorry,” Logan said, looking at you. “Sorry for being a jerk. It’s my fault.”

Taking his cheeks between your hands, you gave him a reassuring look. “We’re gonna find her, okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah, we’ll find her.”

“Come here, we need to alert Charles,” you said, helping him to stand up.

Inside, you knew he wouldn’t really need your help. He was strong and indestructible like the metal on his skull, but he seemed really taken back, and you decided to stay by his side, holding his hand strongly as a way to say sorry as well. It was kind of difficult to see Logan in that state of mind, confused and lost, and you wondered what had happened back there in the lab as you left him in his bedroom, ordering him to rest for a while.

“I’ll be right back,” you assured him with loving eyes.

Logan nodded, following your figure stepping out the room and disappearing in the hallway.

He let out a breath he didn’t know was holding. His mind was having a hard time and his heart felt like breaking, going in two opposite directions, and he hated himself for that. His fate was always the same: losing people he loved and cared for dearly. So seeing Jean back again was as if god or anything up there remembered he existed and brought her back just for him. Or maybe he was just being selfish because he already had you.

You were everything for him. A couple of years might be just a short glimpse for both of you, but he was able to feel peace and calm next to you, and he was sure you did as well. Because some nights, that was all you could talk about. Logan didn’t mind hearing you for hours, it reminded him he was alive. With you, but his stupid instinct had to act.

It was his fault Jean had left. The kiss, the whole act of embracing each other’s bodies for at least two minutes, and then her breakdown, begging for him to kill her… All of that was enough to bring out the beast inside her. And he felt such a jerk now for following his desires. He already had you. Wasn’t that enough?

His thoughts were interrupted once you arrived again, finding him sitting at the end of the bed exactly as you had left him there. Sensing something different on him, you sat down by his side and rubbed his hand gently.

“We might know where she’s going,” you whispered.

“I’ll go,” Logan said before you could finish.

“I’m not sure if I should ask, but are you okay? You could do some rest,” you suggested, since seeing the redhead was clearly getting some kind of reaction from him.

“No, I need to go,” he said. But Logan could read your face perfectly, and he knew you didn’t really like the idea of him leaving the mansion. You turned your eyes, scanning the room and avoiding his gaze.

You had the need to ask what exactly had happened back there with Jean, but you didn’t want to start a fight either. Feeling Logan’s hand on your shoulder, he leaned to kiss your forehead goodbye. Maybe you were the one who should stay, check the kids, the school…

“It’ll be fine,” he mumbled, voice low and deep, as if trying to convince you, but himself as well. You nodded with your arms around his neck, giving him a hug that felt like some sort of apology you weren’t able to say out loud. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”

And how you’d wish things would be fine.

—

The school has been very quiet lately. Too silent even for his taste. At nights like these, he could still feel the vigor and presence of the students running around, grabbing something to eat, planning to go out for a while... Instead, Logan found himself in a place that was mourning. Grieving the loss of Jean, Scott and Charles.

The feelings inside were complicated. He didn’t really feel the same, and the disgrace and remorse of his actions were growing on him. They were still haunting him; every day, every single night. You knew it too. It was impossible to ignore the nightmares each time he woke up from seeing Jean’s lifeless body fall against his own after he gave what she wished for the most: death.

And then, there was you. He noticed how difficult it was getting for you to sleep. You tried to hide your sorrow into your work, studying even more, keeping yourself busy with the school and not thinking about anything else. Since Charles was gone, Ororo took his place and you were her second hand. But you pushed yourself too hard.

Tonight he found your bedroom empty. He didn’t find you on his either, so he went to the place he knew you would be: your classroom. The door was half opened, the dim light of the lamp on your desk barely illuminated the papers on the surface. He found you deeply concentrated reading on something, hands on the sides of your head hiding your face.

“Hey,” he softly mumbled, stepping inside the empty classroom.

You quickly straightened yourself on the chair, wiping your cheeks and tried to look decent for a moment.

“Hey,” you replied back, low voice.

“Come to bed,” he said, coming to stand before you, his hand on your shoulder comforting and soothing you, making its way to the side of your neck. His big palm on your cheek, caressing the skin stained with your tears as if it was the most delicate thing. He took a look at the mess of papers and old books you loved too much to get rid of, scattered on the wooden surface.

“No, I- I can’t. Need to finish these by tomorrow…”

Logan gave you a nod and a grimace before taking your hand, motioning to come closer. You stood up, knowing he was trying to get you out of the work that was consuming you.

He observed every feature on your face, the sadness in your stare couldn’t be hidden. He just knew you too well, just like the palm of his hand, and he wanted to make you forget. At least for a little. You had taken care of him, helped him with your presence and your unique aura, bringing him comfort and peace to his broken mind. He wanted you to be fine. To feel loved.

Logan leaned just exactly to brush his lips with your own, teasing a kiss that he longed too much, his hands around your waist pulling you towards him.

“Can you just let me take care of you?” 

Swallowing hard the knot on your throat, you curled your lips as much as the grief let you. “Yes,” you nodded.

With this, Logan leaned until your lips connected. Your arms around his neck pulled him as closer as you could get, feeling his chest against your own, his strong hands around your waist, softly touching you above your clothes.

Logan slowly walked you until your back hit the desk, hands roaming on your ass down to your legs, placing you to sit down over the loose pages. It might ruin the work a little, but none of you cared. Everything in your head was him, between your legs, running his wet mouth down your jaw, his stubble burning your skin as you gasped gently. Lying on your back on the desk, he began descending down your breasts, unbuttoning your blouse until he exposed you to the cold of the room.

He stopped right on your trousers, and gave you a quick glance. You were so eager, wet already. He could sense it. Your eyes were glowing and you were already trying to catch your breath by just his kisses and touch.

“You locked the door?” you whispered.

“Damn right I did,” he voiced, hoarse and low voice from just thinking of railing you right there and then.

“Then don’t stop.”

At your command, he unzipped your trousers, letting them fall down along with your heels on the floor. He then leaned to take your lips in a sloppy kiss, more urgent this time of feeling you close. You moaned, nails scratching his skin. His calloused hands explored your bare legs and things, creating friction with his hips with slow, controlled thrusts against your crotch. Logan left a trail of kisses down to your breasts, licking and tasting the saltiness of your body.

You urged him to go down where you ached the most, hand tangling on his hair. His hands grabbed the back of your thighs, spreading to him until his nose was almost buried on your panties, smelling and taking the sweetness of your scent, licking softly with his wet tongue over the fabric. A trail of moans and curses left your lips. He pulled your panties aside before diving in your pussy, licking your folds and teasing your hole with two of his fingers.

“Logan…”

His name repeatedly left your mouth like a plea, his fingers now inside you, stretching your walls for him. The noises grew obscene and nasty as he ate you out like a sweet craving he had been denying himself the pleasure for so long.

He was growing hard just by hearing your whimpers, and he needed you. You always were a fucking longing for him. Your words, your intelligence, your beauty… Everything he needed, you had it. And still, he didn’t have any idea of how such a rational, smart woman like you learned to love him so deeply.

You tugged on his hair, hips thrusting up to meet his growling mouth. You were so close, felt almost there where you wanted, but he pulled away before you finished.

Logan unzipped his jeans leaning back, admiring your blissed out eyes and glistened figure.

“Come here,” you begged in a whisper, tangling your legs around his waist.

He let out a low, dirty chuckle, feeling your hands on his boxers, freeing his erection.

“So fucking eager,” Logan breathed kissing your lips, hands supporting his weight at the sides of your head on the desk.

You tasted yourself within the kiss and you moaned at his words, your hand pumped him just enough to feel his pre cum leaking already, lining his dick with your cunt. Inch by inch, he entered slowly so you could get used to his size. Logan pecked your lips gently, kissing your cheeks and the side of your neck to get into your sensitive skin. You tugged on his white shirt so he could remove it and he ripped your bra apart right after. He loved to feel your chest pressed against his own. You gasped but paid no mind, instead urging him to move inside you.

“Shit, Logan please-”

A particular harsh trust caught your breath on your throat. You held onto dear life with your hands on his shoulders. He pounded into you rock hard and deep. So damn deep the desk was shrieking under, papers fell off and the lamp moved at the same rhythm but you hoped it won’t break.

Logan growled, inhaling your scent and tasting the sweat forming on your collarbone, your breasts bouncing against his chest. He felt your nails trailing down his back, and oh, how he wished he could get damn scars on just by fucking you like this. But the view of you, squirming under him, eyes closed, being a whimpering mess… All because of him. He was so insanely in love with your fucked out expression every time.

Your walls clenched, close to the sweet end. Logan felt himself twitching inside your warm pussy and his thrusts were getting erratic and sloppy. He filled you up, reaching his own climax first, hot white ropes of cum painting your insides. Your pussy milked him all the way as he kept spliting you open until you let yourself go, legs trembling around his waist. 

For a moment, you stayed like this, with him kissing your shoulder and caressing your thigh, taking in the aftermath of your intense lovemaking.

“Thank you…”

Your whisper forced him to look up at you. There it was, that loving, sweet gaze you had reserved just for him.

He nodded, palm on your jaw holding you gently. “Of course…”

For some reason, he wanted to voice out for once those stupid three words.

I love you.

Or at least hoped you would do it first.

—

The night was cold under the moonlight, almost freezing. He wondered how he got trapped there, between the messy, withered shrubbery, fog, and the trees of a forest he never recalled knowing. He was alert, senses to the limit in case something might attack him. He felt as if he was being watched, but there were no eyes he could find around. He couldn’t see much like that.

But then a voice started to call his name from afar, claws coming out immediately as he sharpened his senses to find the owner. One, two, three times he heard, trying to find the person who was calling but there was only darkness. His heart skipped a beat when someone spoke behind him.

“Logan…”

He turned on his feet and he felt like dying again. “Jean?”

He withdrew his claws back immediately. The redhead smiled, coming closer until she touched his cheek with a soft hand before pulling away. “How are you, Logan?”

“What-”

“Are you happy now?” she asked, beaming brightly as if they were in a casual conversation instead of the darkness of the woods.

His brows furrowed. She couldn’t be real. She wasn’t there with him. Jean was gone, he had killed her because it was what she wanted. It was her way out to get what she needed; it was the key to her freedom…

“What do you mean?”

“With her… Be careful. You could kill her. Just like me,” Jean whispered, tears forming in her eyes.

Logan stepped back, trying to get away. He shook his head in disbelief, not knowing exactly why Jean was saying this to him.

“No… You’re not real…”

“Everything you love is destined to death and chaos, Logan. You shouldn’t be there,” Jean continued, her eyes switching from her usual tone to a deep black. The ground began trembling under their feet with each step of her, wind building up around. Logan felt truly scared, but somehow he couldn’t run, just stand there as she approached. “All she will know is a life of suffering if you stay. She doesn’t need that.”

“Jean-”

“She doesn’t need you!”

“Jean!”

And then it happened so fast. His claws buried on her chest, the Phoenix disappearing and leaving her to die. Jean collapsed against his body and Logan reminisced about the events of that battle, where he had to choose to be selfish or liberate her from her own demons. Logan wasn’t sure why he stabbed her like this. And when he thought Jean was dead in his arms, she started to call his name again. This time, he heard it far away.

Logan.

Logan.

Logan…

Logan!

His eyes went wide open. And there you were, by his side on the bed, calling for him with a pain grimace on your face. His claws buried on your stomach.

“Logan…” you gasped and he pulled the claws out, but you were already bleeding, your nightshirt and the mattress stained.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry- I-”

“It’s okay,” you managed to say as he caressed your cheek before taking you in his arms hurriedly and quickly made the way out of your room through the halls. “The nightmares… I know, Logan…”

“God, I’m so sorry, please forgive me. Hank!” Logan stood outside the scientist’s door. “Hank, I need your help!”

The commotion caused some of the students to peek from their doors, and Logan waited outside what he felt it was forever under the gazes of the teenagers. It wasn’t the first time he had caused the same accident. The door opened, finally revealing a sleepy Hank putting his glasses on.

There was no need to explain what had happened.

—

“She’ll be stable soon,” Hank informed once he let Logan inside the med bay. “If you hadn’t brought her soon…”

Logan swallowed the knot on his throat, watching your unconscious figure on the stretcher. You already had received blood to cover up what you lost because of the wounds, and Logan’s claws were not minor weapons. His mind was a mess, confusion taking over. He didn’t know how he let this happen. He had nightmares pretty often, yes, but nothing like this.

Maybe Jean was right. Maybe she was trying to warn him about something. Or Jean was just trying to protect you from him. The last one felt more realistic. Logan wouldn’t hurt you, not ever. You talked about how dangerous it was to sleep together not so long ago, but you had insisted on staying. It was the first time something felt so damn real in his dreams and he wished you wouldn’t let him in your room that night…

“She’ll wake up, right?” Logan asked.

“Absolutely,” Hank nodded. “I will need to monitor her vital signs though, hopefully within a day or two she will be normal again… At least she’ll be stable until the wounds heal completely.”

Of course, Logan thought. You didn’t have a healing factor just like him.

“I’ll be right back,” Hank announced before stepping out of the room, leaving Logan alone.

He felt so guilty for doing this to you. For everything. For being the cause of your suffering now. He was a threat and mentally unstable. He was strong thanks to his genes, but he was weak on the inside. He promised countless times to protect you, but he couldn’t avoid hurting you himself. It didn’t matter that it was a very bad dream that felt disgustingly real, he had failed and hurted someone who truly loved. Again.

Taking your hand gently into his, he leaned to plant a kiss on your forehead, wishing it would be just another game from his mind.

But it wasn’t. Now, he had the person he loved the most lying unconscious and hurted because he would let his darkest thoughts consume him.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, watching you sleep peacefully. “I should have said it sooner.”

-

PART TWO

[stormxpadme]

There's a bit of fanfiction negativity in the tags :(. Looking for something to cheer me up, what's your personal scogan fanfic favorites?

Yeah, I saw that, both in the scogan and scogean tag, with posts even including the character name tags. Like. Not cool, people. Way to make authors feel shitty who have been guarding the ship lighthouse for the last 20 years. Claiming in the most popular tags, there's only like 1 good fic among more than 1500? Wow, okay. So I was very happy to receive your ask. Let's counter that negativity with some awesome scogan reads!

Damaged by scottxlogan

Can't do any scogan rec list without including the leading authority on the subject. @scottxlogan is the author who pulled me into this ship years ago, not to mention they're a great friend, unbelievably talented writer and artist, and they deserve all the love. Damaged is surely one of their most ambitious projects and deserves every single view, kudos and review out there. Set in the DOFP finale verse that is no doubt the author's specialty, the story comes with an alluring, intricated plot that leaves you on the edge of your seat along with all the feels.

Submission by scottxlogan

I'm also including a newer work by the same author in case you just want to get a feel for how wonderfully she writes these guys, not to mention the shameless steamy goodness that are the author's smut scenes. scottxlogan is an expert at reversing common fandom tropes believably, and this will leave you longing for more of these power exchanges easily.

he carries the reminders by Wolfsheart

@mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea is another great friend and author I would trust even with my biggest squicks (not that she writes those anyway :D). She's not only technically brillant and very well-versed in the lore which makes every pairing she writes a great read (check out her Tony/Emma, too!), but she'll also never fail to make you laugh or put those hearts in your eyes. And don't miss all those pop culture references that even put Peter Parker to shame! She also gives us scogan fans exactly what we need with stories like this one, combining our fav hurt/comfort tropes with a healthy dose of canon fix it.

I loved you since I knew you by strangenewwords

@strangenewwords is a fairly new and dearly beloved addition to our group at @scoganbingo events, but she's already made a huge impact with her delicious smut and angst stories that hit you right in the feels. Technically also brillant, the linked story is definitely one you don't want to get spoilered for beforehand because the ending will leave you in absolute awe and tears. The author doesn't shy away from including the darkest sides of Scott's past but handles every subject with the necessary care and respect, and as I said ... You don't want to miss out on all that delicious smut!

The Day Before the Soldiers Came by Cerylid

Cery is offering a much-needed fixit for the team dynamics between the X-Men and Logan before X2 with this story. It comes with a lot of humor but also far more feels than you expect. The texting is hilarious but it's the quiet tones that get to you.

*****

Speaking of fix-its, since that negativity in the tags kinda got to me, too, I might just throw in one of my own works here too since I also got lots of Scogan stuff out there.

My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold

is basically my go-to X3 fix-it. You look for something to make that movie right, you got it all right there. Along with a bit of horror (we are talking about resurrection, after all) comes a dramatic rescue mission in a mental limbo, and you get an Avenger and Emma Frost guest-starring. There's a couple of follow up chapters that explore both scogan and Tony/Emma a bit further, and we even get a Laura version in old movieverse along the line, and of course all the nasty nasty smut you guys are here for.

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So, that's it from the top of my hat. All these accounts have even more great stories to check out, and there's lots of other scogan authors out there with great stories to enjoy. So don't let anyone tell you, there's no quality scogan stuff on AO3.

[silverzoomies]

It's not really a question, but an idea popped into my head, I watched Days of Future Past recently, imagine a student from the future, for some reason (a power I don't know) manages to go back in time and become best friends with her favorite teacher when he was younger (Peter obviously!) I don't know if anything can come out of this, but in my head the idea was brilliant lol 😝

I’ve been meaning to respond to this ask !! I thought it was absolutely delightful !!

Days of Future Past is so cozy to me. There’s just something about the way the time period is presented - with all those lovable characters - that makes it feel so genuine and fun. I’m a goofball with a childlike imagination. Nothing is more comforting to me than imagining being there tbh. As silly as it sounds.

This concept absolutely warms my heart, since it fulfills that silly dream.

Anyway, I have some thoughts under the cut !!

Peter Maximoff headcanons - Student reader goes back in time and meets their favorite, speedster teacher in his teen years!

We know Peter eventually becomes a teacher in canon. I’m not really sure what he teaches, since they never really clarified. But there’s no doubt in my mind he’d be great at his job.

Mr. Maximoff is definitely a more laid back kinda teacher

I do imagine he’s the type to playfully mess with any students who act out of line. I’ve had teachers like that before in the past. The ones who take no shit and lightheartedly tease students. That’s absolutely on brand for Peter

I also get the vibe he’d be so “how do you do fellow kids” about everything

And the students would think he’s cool anyway. I mean, he’s fast. He loves cool music - and probably some really cool movies/shows/games too!

I imagine he’d deck out his classroom/office in all kinds of pop culture memorabilia. Very similar to the way he decorated his basement back when he lived at his mom's

Reader as a mutant student would be no different than the other kids. Y’all know you’d think he was the coolest teacher there ever was. Some of you might even look up to him! And maybe also develop a harmless crush. He is handsome, after all.

Imagine your surprise - after you’ve gone back in time for mission with some of the X-Men. It’s part of your training. You never thought you’d get the chance to time travel, of all things. Or, if we're following DoFP canon; maybe you went back in time with Logan? You're one of the last surviving mutants, and your mutation is useful somehow. It could go either way!

But Mr. Maximoff is there in the past. Only, he’s seventeen, acting on impulse, and being a playful nuisance.

He thinks you’re weird as hell. You totally bizarre, future kid. But you’re also pretty alright...since you think he's so cool 'n all. Most people just think he's a freak. And hey, you're a mutant like him! He doesn't know a lot of mutants yet!

And how the heck are you from the future - but you somehow know all the bands he likes, the movies he’s into, the shows he watches, even the games he plays??

Spoiler alert - it’s because Mr. Maximoff has a tendency to show off all his favorite things in class. Dude can’t go a single day without referencing Galaga, or Star Wars, or David Bowie, or whatever else

If you’re allowed to disclose any info about the future, you’ll probably tell him he gets a teaching job. Not only that, but the kids all love him

To which he responds with a - tsh, yeah. Right.

Why would he ever become a teacher?? He hates school! He can’t ever focus in class! His grades are the worst, and he bombs every test! C’mon…no way! What’re you tryin’ to pull his leg???

Y-You’re pulling his leg, right?

It’d be dope if you got the chance to hang out with him for a little bit. You could follow him around while he got into his usual, kleptomaniac shenanigans

Y’all would definitely cause enough trouble to get the cops called on you

Actually, when you find out the local cops know his name by heart - you can't help but do a double take

Mr. Maximoff? The coolest teacher in Westchester? The dude who’s always doggin’ on students for running in the halls? He used to be a lawless rulebreaker? Holy shit!! You almost couldn't wait to return to the future, just to poke fun at him for bein' such a troublemaker in his youth

Honestly, there’s a lot of really fun ideas one could pull from this, anon. I can’t even do it justice. I’d love if anyone else wanted to add their take. My brain has been so broken lately. But thank you for your ask!! I love you dearly!!

[cleabellanov]

Alright so, Deadpool & Wolverine

There's finally one week left to the premiere (or pre-premiere, since I'll be watching on the 24th). I remember waiting for this movie since I left the cinema after GOTG3, simply because it was going to be the only Marvel movie in...a while (after The Marvels).

I always make involuntarily presumptions/ theories/ guesses about things that I'm excited about. And I thought I could share them here. Mostly because I have thing for being fashionably wrong, and it'll be funny to read afterwards. Here we go.

The movie opens up not at the beginning, but in the middle of the action. Deadpool either takes a remote control or just looks to the screen saying: "Alright. Let's try this again." Bonus points if they have Mr. Paradox tied to a chair because he did something wrong i don't know. I just don't really like that guy.

Quicksilver/ Peter Maximoff will be rescued before he dies in Age of Ultron. Dp and W use a stolen tempad to get to him. When trying to go back (whatever "back" means), the tempad malfunctions and they end up in the void.

Cassandra Nova promises she can help Deadpool and Wolverine get out of the void and fight their common enemy (not the TVA, someone else) but they actually end in the darkest universe they could have, because Cassandra was actually working WITH the enemy. And they have to fight their way out, passing X -men gravestones in their path.

The intro is green instead of red for.....you guessed, The God of stories.

Bucky appears in Moon Knight's muffin car.

Reasons why this Wolverine could've "let down his entire universe": he didn't kill Jean while she was the Dark Phoenix, and she ended up killing everyone, he didn't finish his mission in DOFP and things ended up being worse than they actually were, he remained "Weapon X" instead of Logan and just killed everyone.

That's it. Byee!

Actually, I'll write a mini, spoiler free review next week, after I watch the movie

[septicstories]

Never Seems to Be Enough Time (Part 1)

A/N: A Peter Maximoff and Dadneto fic! There will likely be hints of Cherik in here, because I can’t help myself. But I wanted to write a fic on Peter Maximoff, dig into his character a little bit more, y’know? I’ve only watched X-Men: Days of Future Past and X-men: Apocalypse, as well as WandaVision, but that one isn’t an X-men film. So, have some Peter Maximoff with a side of daddy issues. And a dash of historical inaccuracies. The first Walkman was created in 1979, yet Peter uses one in DOFP, which takes place in (mainly) 1973.

Genre: Angst (sorta?)

Warnings: Cursing, daddy issues, hurt and no comfort, anxiety, derogatory thinking, other things of that nature spoilers for X-men: DOFP and Apocalypse

Word Count: 3.7K

Peter Maximoff never really had some place to call his own. It never really bothered him much either. He’d run around, ending up wherever his body decided to take him, only to return to his mom’s basement.

It was never his room. He’d always been the loser who lived in his mom’s basement. The freakishly fast kid with kleptomania. The kid with no dad. The mutant. The fuck-up. And he always would be.

Up until 1973.

The hollow noises of the ping pong ball hitting the table over and over as he rushed from side to side almost drowned out his mother yelling down to him. He just heard the word cops. He paused, but only for a moment.

He left his paddle in the air as he went upstairs, seeing three men beginning to walk into the house. 

After a quick pickpocket or two, he found a folded up paper. Unfolding it, he found the car that sat in front of his house was not a cop car, but a rental car from out of town.

Somewhat peculiar for cops to be driving a rental car, right? Especially if it’s from out of town.

He made his way back to his ping pong game, grabbing the significantly lower in the air paddle and continuing to play by himself.

As the three men came down the stairs, he didn’t bother to stop.

“What do you guys want?”

He noticed the first man who had entered the basement was attempting to follow him around, seemingly astonished. He snickered under his breath, but it was short lived as the ball almost bounced a second time on one side.

“I didn’t do anything!”

The other two men who trailed behind the first quickly followed suit, trying to keep their eyes on him. Not like they could.

Peter dropped the paddle and let the ball bounce off the table as he stretched across his couch.

“Been here all day,”

“Just... relax, Peter. We’re not cops,” the first man said, approaching the silver haired teen a bit.

“Course you’re not cops, if you were cops, you wouldn’t be driving a rental car,” Peter said, his hands resting on the back of his head.

“How’d you know we got a rental car?” the man with long hair asked, his accent making any “T” he said almost non-existent.

“I checked your registration as you were walking through the door,” Peter replied quickly, almost interrupting the second man. “I also had some time, so I went through your rental agreement and saw you’re from out of town. Are you FBI?”

He stood up, stealing the second man’s wallet out of his pocket and flicking it open.

“Nope, you’re not cops. Hey, what’s with this gifted youngster’s place?” 

Just as quickly as he picked up the wallet, he dropped it only to grab a popsicle.

“That’s an... old card,” the second man grumbled, replacing his wallet in his pocket.

“He’s fascinating,” the third man said with a small smile.

“He’s a pain in the arse,” the second man scowled.

Ouch.

Not the first time Peter had been called that. Not by a longshot. But time doesn’t make things hurt any less, now does it?

“What, a teleporter?” the third man asked, looking at the first man.

Peter looked at the first man, who just seemed exasperated.

“No, he’s just fast,” the first man sighed. “When I knew him, he wasn’t so... young,”

Peter sat back down on his couch, the half eaten popsicle quickly disappearing into almost nothing as he spoke, mouth still full.

“Young? You’re just old,”

“So you’re not afraid to show your powers?” the third man spoke, his tone sounding off. 

Peter couldn’t say why it sounded wrong, it just felt out of place.

“Powers? What powers, what are you talking about?” Peter asked sarcastically. “You see something strange here?”

The second and third man shared a glance before looking back at him. Peter’s eyes met theirs, almost like a challenge.

“Nothing anybody’d believe if you told them?”

The first man gave Peter a look that made him downright uncomfortable. Once again, a look he’d get from a lot of people. Teachers, the cops, his mother. That slight head tilt to the left, that frown with pursed lips, that furrowed brow. The look he’d grown used to. The look he associated with disappointment, annoyance, exasperation.

To avoid looking at any of the men, he sped off to his Pong machine, playing through the game at a rapid fire pace, the bare popsicle stick dumped in a nearby trash can.

“So, who are you? What do you want?” he asked, his dead expression staring back at him among the ball that danced between the sides of the screen.

“We need your help, Peter,” the first man said.

“With what?”

“To break into a highly secured facility. And to get someone out.”

“Prison break?” he asked with a smirk. “That’s illegal, you know.”

After a brief pause, the first man spoke up again.

“Well, only if you get caught.”

“So what’s in it for me?”

“You,” the second guy began. “You kleptomaniac, get to break into the Pentagon.”

Peter paused, the game frozen with the score at 3 to 2. 5 balls he let slip past himself. He turned to see the three men, glancing at them all again.

The look had disappeared from the first man’s face, all of them looking at him expectantly.

“How do I know I can trust you?” Peter asked carefully.

“Because we’re just like you.”

Peter’s eyes bounced around the three men, none of them looking to have any sort of mutation or remarkable thing about them or their appearance. If all three of them were mutants, why didn’t they at least look the part like he somewhat did?

“Show him,” the second man said to the first man.

Peter looked to the first man, who made a fist and clenched it.

A sickening noise that sounded somewhat like a squelch began a series of bone-chilling sounds as a trio of boney claws sprouted from the clenched fist.

Peter’s breath caught in his throat, looking at the bone sticking out of the man’s fists before meeting his eyes.

“It’s cool, but it’s disgusting.”

Okay, don’t fuck it up, Peter. Don’t fuck this up.

Peter continued to walk through the hallway in stolen garb from one of the guards, holding a lunch tray. A plastic gun stayed attached to his hip as he entered the area with the holding cell.

He looked down through the glass ceiling of the cell, seeing the prisoner asleep on what could barely qualify as a bed, looking a lot more like some sort of folded up blanket.

Peter placed a slip of paper on top of the lunch tray, and slid it through a chute on the floor to give it to the prisoner.

The tray slid down, waking up the prisoner who read the note. He looked up, and Peter gave a grin in response.

Kneeling down by the edge of the cell, he placed his hands on the glass, taking a deep breath. He began to move his hands up and down at an unrealistic pace, the glass shaking underneath his fingertips.

Peter’s grin grew massively as the glass shattered, the prisoner shielding himself before pulling himself up out of his cell.

“In three seconds, those doors are going to open. And 20 guards will be here to shoot us,” the prisoner said, looking straight ahead.

Peter quickly ran behind the prisoner, the guard’s hat falling off, placing his hand on the prisoner’s back and head. “I know, that’s what I’m waiting for.”

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m holding your neck so you don’t get whiplash,” 

“What?”

Shit, he must’ve spoken too fast.

“Whiplaaaaaaaaaaaash,” Peter drew the word out before turning his eyes back to the door.

The doors opened, several guards appearing with plastic guns. “Don’t move!”

Peter’s grin grew massively as they rushed into a closing elevator. The guard he had left in there still nicely stuck to the wall by duct tape.

The prisoner wobbled a bit, but he was ignored for the moment as Peter got out of the stiff, stolen uniform and back into his stiff, leather outfit.

“You’re good, it’ll pass,” Peter reassured as the prisoner leaned against the wall of the elevator. “It happens with everyone,”

That single beat of silence between the two was too much for the silver haired teen, what with all the questions swirling in his head.

“Must’ve done something pretty serious... what’d you do, man?”

The lack of response from the prisoner only helped Peter gain a more playful attitude toward the whole situation. “What’d you do? What’d you doooooo?~ Why’d they have you in there?”

Before Peter could ask his question yet again, the prisoner spoke up. “For killing the president,”

Peter’s jaw couldn’t decide whether to drop or snap shut, so he just opted to nod.

Wow... shit!

“Everything I’m guilty of is fighting for people like us.”

“You take karate? You know karate, man?” Peter asked, wanting to hop off the subject.

“I don’t know karate. But I know crazy,” the prisoner sighed.

Peter, still hyped up on adrenaline, could only smile and look down at is feet, ignoring the feeling of anxiety beginning to bloom in his chest.

After a while in the elevator, Peter piped up again. “They told me you control metal,”

“They?” the prisoner asked.

“You know, my mom once knew a guy who could do that,” Peter snickered to himself, the elevator rising steadily before coming to a halt.

As the elevator opened, Peter saw the men he learned were Charles and Logan, standing in a kitchen area, absolutely fucking drenched. The sprinklers were going off.

“Charles?” the prisoner asked quietly.

Charles’ face twisted in anger and quickly threw a punch at the prisoner’s face with little to no remorse. The prisoner fell to the ground from the force, Peter backing up.

Why was he punching the guy they were breaking out?! He could kill all of them if he wanted to!

“Good to see you too, old friend,” the prisoner said, moving his hand from his jaw. “And walking.”

“No thanks to you,” Charles spat.

The prisoner stood up, staring Charles down. Peter had no clue what to do, just standing by idly, waiting to see if he or Logan would need to separate the two.

“You’re the last person in the world I expected to see today,” the prisoner said.

“Believe me, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have to,” Charles voice was stern, like that of a scolding parent. “If we’re getting you out of here, we’re doing it my way: no killing,”

“No helmet,” the prisoner said with a smirk. “I couldn’t disobey you, even if I wanted,”

“I’m never getting inside that head again,” Charles said coldly.

Peter shared a quick glance with the guard taped to the wall before looking between the two men.

“I need your word, Erik,”

The sexual tension in the room is rising faster than I can run, holy shit.

The prisoner nodded before guards burst into the kitchen.

“NOBODY MOVE!”

“HOLD IT, RIGHT THERE!”

Peter followed behind the prisoner and left the elevator, hearing him murmur “Charles,”

“DON’T MOVE! HANDS UP, OR WE WILL SHOOT!”

“Freeze them, Charles,” the prisoner said firmly.

“I can’t,” Charles muttered quietly.

“HEADS UP!”

Items in the kitchen rattled before things flew up into the air.

“NO!” Charles yelled as he placed a hand in front of the prisoner.

Things that were toppling mid air slowed to a near halt, as did the sprinkles and the people.

All except for Peter.

Turning on his walkman and putting on his headphones, he took a deep breath.

A quick crack of the knuckles, and he went off running, going up onto the walls.

If I could save time in a bottle

Wall running was always such an exhilarating experience. One that always got the blood pumping. It never failed to make Peter smile.

But running on a wall and running through droplets of water? That was something else.

The first thing that I’d like to do

A nearby pot was flying through the air, whatever sort of stew in the pot spilling ever so slowly.

Without thinking, he brought a finger up for a taste, water still splashing onto his goggles.

Hm. It could probably use some more salt.

Is to save everyday ‘til eternity passes away

As he continued along the walls, he flicked off the cap from one of the guards, and poked another in the face.

The slowness of everything else around him combined with the speed of the poke was going to make him go fucking flying. 

Just to spend them with you

Peter grinned just thinking about it. This was the most amazing experiences he’d ever had in his nearly two decades of life on this Earth.

If I could make days last forever

Peter hopped off the wall, literally dodging a bullet and throwing a plate at the nearest officer.

The plate slowly glided through the air, not even close to making an impact yet. That was going to leave an egg on the guard’s head for sure, probably shatter as well.

Okay, maybe that was a bit overkill.

But then again, he didn’t care. He was having the time of his fucking life!

If words could make wishes come true

Bullets continued to slowly soar through the air as Peter continued fucking with the guards. 

He never once thought he’d get into the Pentagon, let alone to absolutely obliterate anyone who was in there!

I’d save every day like a treasure and then

The next guard he saw, he decided to have a little bit more fun.

He took the gun from his hands, and curled his hand into a fist, making it meet his cheek. He wishes he brought a camera with him so he could take pictures of these moments.

Again, I would spend them with you

Two guards who stood next to each other had their arms cross so their guns were in each others faces. And for a extra oomph, he decided to steal a hat.

At least he’d get some sort of souvenir from this event.

But there never seems to be enough time

The guards were all going to be met with a peculiar fate, but there was one thing left in the equation to fix.

The bullets.

To do the things you wanna do once you find them

Peter ran toward the bullets, taking a look at them for a moment.

Maybe if I moved one over there... no, that’d end up nicking him in the neck. Oh, wait, that’ll work.

I’ve looked around enough to know

He lightly nudged the bullets around, making sure that they’d all avoid the three men in the kitchen. 

Their aim was absolute horse shit. One or two of those bullets would’ve easily hit Charles if he weren’t there to move them.

If they were aiming for him, that’s one thing. But if they just wanted to hit the prisoner, they would’ve failed miserably.

That you’re the one I wanna go through time with

Peter ran to the other side of the kitchen and stopped entirely.

Time went back to a normal pace around him as guards and food went flying, and the men flinched as the bullets hit the elevator doors behind them.

Peter turned off his walkman and took out his headphones, looking at the astonished trio.

The prisoner and Logan shared a glance, all of them leaving the kitchen slowly

A mere mumble of a “Thanks, kid.” came from Logan as he walked past him, but that was all.

He was too hopped up on adrenaline to care, frankly. At least, for now.

Peter didn’t know.

He didn’t know.

She didn’t tell him.

He should’ve figured it out.

Who else could he have been?

The news said it all, though he really wish it hadn’t.

“Leaders from all communities are urging their citizens to remain calm as police and armed forces are mobilizing to find Lehnsherr before he can strike again. If anyone has information about Lehnsherr or, as he is also known, Magneto, contact your local authorities immediately and proceed with caution as he is considered highly--”

“Peter?”

His mother’s voice calling his name snapped him out of the trance the television had put him in, flicking it to the next channel and going to the Ms. Pac-Man machine in his room.

“‘Sup?” he asked as his mom came down the stairs.

“Just checking on you,” she said calmly, an empty glass in her hands.

How could she be calm about all of this?

Peter’s mind was anything but calm as his wrists flicked the joy stick much more harshly than he usually would, as if it’d release all of the tension building up inside of him.

“I’m good. Playing Pac-Man,” he internally cringed at the way his voice broke when he spoke. He couldn’t play it off as puberty, obviously. He was 27.

He heard whatever bullshit movie was playing on his TV switch back to the news he both did and didn’t want to hear.

“Sure you weren’t watching this?”

He dropped a near silent profanity from his mouth before glancing at the screen.

A picture of Magneto in the top right corner as the news anchor continued reading off of his script. Something about it being ten years since mutants and humankind had reached peace.

He helped out with that, and he realized it after the event had taken place.

And it took him ten years to come to a second realization about his break-in at the Pentagon.

“You’re going after him, aren’t you?” his mother asked tiredly.

“You wanted me to get out of the house more, right?” he asked semi-sarcastically, the flicking of the joystick having calmed slightly.

“I can’t stop you,” his mother sighed. “Nobody can. But trust me, this won’t end well. Nothing does, with him.”

Peter stopped, looking back at his mother. His poor, tired mother, who had to deal with him and his sister. His sister wasn’t the problem in the family. No, that was him.

“I’m not afraid of him,” he said genuinely.

“You should be,”

His mother’s voice barely reached above a whisper, seeming to grow more and more tired of him by the minute.

And with that, she left. She just dropped that final bomb on him, and left.

Was that going to stop Peter from what was likely to be a not-so-perfect reunion? Of course it wasn’t. Like his mother said, nobody could stop him. Especially not himself.

He pulled out the card from Charles, old and worn from years of being put in his pockets or wallet.

Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters

Charles Xavier

Professor

Beneath the name sat the address, only being a few states over. He could get there in absolutely no time at all.

But, today wasn’t the day to do it.

Peter placed the card back, laying on his bed as the news droned on and on. It had moved off the topic of Erik Lehnsherr, which was as much of a blessing as it was a curse.

He needed to know more about him, but it was going to drive him fucking crazy if he heard that man’s name again.

“Fuck,” he hissed, swallowing the steadily growing lump in his throat.

The topic never made him cry when he was a kid. So why was he crying over this now?

He knew crying wasn’t a weakness. He knew it, he heard it, he told that to others when they felt like shit for crying. But whenever he did it, it made him feel vulnerable.

That’s why he always did it alone.

He didn’t want anyone to see how vulnerable he truly was. It was much more of an anxiety issue than anything else. He’d been told things like the usual “boys don’t cry!” sort of stuff. 

But things he was told never helped him with keeping true to that statement. And time didn’t make him more mature or calm. He still acted like a child, which he never heard the fucking end of. He was still a disappointment, especially to the Maximoff family name.

His mom worked her ass off to take care of him and his sister, only for him to fuck it all up by stealing and not getting off of his lazy ass and getting a damn job.

“Fuck!”

His nails dug into his palms painfully as he smacked himself in the head with the heel of his palm. He needed to stop thinking like that. He needed to stop thinking. He needed to stop.

A deep breath in.

A heavy, shaky sigh out.

Grabbing his walkman, a hoodie, and his headphones, he left his room.

“Ma, I’m going for a run,” he nearly spat the words out so his voice wouldn’t crack.

He just got a noise of acknowledgment before he left the house.

He needed to get away.

So he ran. He ran nearly across the entire country, landing in Glasgow, Montana.

Most secluded area in the States.

What did he do?

He flipped up his hood and sprinted behind the cemetery. The small town had so much space for him to run around.

Instead, he screamed.

He screamed long and hard until his lungs were begging for him to stop. Until his throat ached. Until he couldn’t hear his brain anymore.

It was stupid. The fact that just hearing his name made him spiral. 

His brain wasn’t even thinking about him anymore, all set on insulting the place it was kept.

Bastard.

Mistake.

Fuck-up.

The words that would just repeat over and over until he started screaming again. He wasn’t built to handle that mental pain. He wasn’t built to deal with anxiety. Hell, he wasn’t even supposed to be built.

His father left his mother before he was born because it was an affair. There was no fucking love involved. Just a quick fuck and gone. He wasn’t supposed to happen.

And it was obvious that no one had told his father who he was or showed him what he looked like.

Because when he saved Erik Lehnsherr from the Pentagon, Peter Maximoff didn’t get any recognition from his father.

A/N: Part one has been finished! So, I hope you enjoyed it, because there’s going to be a second and possibly third part to this. There will be more movie based stuff, but once we finish scenes from X-men Apocalypse, we’re ignoring Dark Phoenix and just making shit up. So, for now, have angst. I don’t necessarily have a tag list for my X-men stuff yet, so I’m just gonna tag my beta reader! If you find that you’re interested on being on here, just tell me somehow! I hope you have a good day/night!

Tag list: @siivermoon​ 

[peterbparkers]

X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014) // WandaVision (2021) 

[septicbro1005]

Long Quicksilver rant under the cut. Sorry. Spoilers for WandaVision, X-Men: DOFP and Apocalypse ahead. Also annoyed rant from a dumb bitch. You’ve been warned.

Okay, I was gonna write this in the tags, but I figured I’d write it here.

I started liking Quicksilver as a character around two months ago. Fell in love Evan Peters’ Quicksilver, and I’ve been clinging to him for that amount of time. I watched X-Men: DOFP, then X-men: Apocalypse maybe a week plus later. 

I adored his character and who he was

After a little bit, I ended up finally watching Age of Ultron. I didn’t hate that version of Quicksilver, and I figured he just wasn’t my type, in a sense. Not romantically, obviously. But my favorite male characters have either been dudes with major trauma and are cocky shitheads, or absolute himbos of men (also with trauma.) 

My own issues aside, I still was like “yeah, i prefer evan peters’ quicksilver over atj’s, but his quicksilver is still cool.”

I also remember when I first got into the Quicksilver fandom, or whatever, where people were being weird about the two Quicksilver actors and being sorta rude about ATJ.

I put in the tags of my reblog shit like “yeah i prefer ep more, but don’t be mean to atj about anything cool?”

Seeing this, I am fucking annoyed. 

Evan does such a fantastic job playing the character and brings a form of levity to some otherwise serious moments. Like that scene in Apocalypse when they’re flying to Cairo. His “I’m a total loser” line made the people in the scene smile and maybe even laugh. And I wouldn’t be surprised if that happened to people in the theaters too.

I know people love ATJ’s Quicksilver too. That’s totally fine, obviously. It’s a character who probably made people smile, laugh, cry, whatever. 

But the fact that ATJ is just degrading the character sucks majorly. It makes it seem like he doesn’t give a flying fuck about the character, having him just be another role he got to play in his acting career.

Evan fucking pours himself into his roles, even if they fuck with him (hence why he had to take a break from American Horror Story, the show was fucking with him too much.) And he obviously cares for Quicksilver as a character. He’s willing to put in so much time to perfect the scenes, playing around with the cast, and just having fun with it.

So to see his character be degraded and insulted this way pisses me off. Not only have I grown to love Evan Peters’ Quicksilver very quickly, but I have to sit here and see the actor of another universe’s version of that character fucking slander the other one? The one who came to cinemas before his?

Like, dude. Come on. Hell, not only is he degrading Evan Peters’ version of Quicksilver, he’s doing the same to his version of the character.

Y’know, Scarlet Witch doesn’t need Quicksilver to be a badass, as shown by all of the Avengers movies after AoU, but also in WandaVision. ESPECIALLY in WandaVision.

She didn’t even need actual Pietro to do shit! Evan Peters got to play a character just like his version of Quicksilver, who Wanda loved up until she mentioned her dead husband. Because haha, plot.

In Age of Ultron, he’s with Wanda all the time. Rarely alone. And when he is alone, you still get flashes of Wanda. So he’s always side by side with Wanda, together or apart.

Pietro could totally be a cool character on his own. He had his own funny moments, like the quick stealing of candy and him trying to grab Mjolnir. He could also do loads of cool shit!

But the thought of confining Quicksilver to only his sister is frustrating, to say the least. He’s his own character, and he isn’t connected to Wanda’s hip the whole fucking time during the comics. Yes, they interact. They’re siblings with what seems to be a healthy relationship, what would you expect?

But Wanda does her own thing! She’s got a fucking family outside of Pietro! She’s got Vis, Billy, and Tommy! And Pietro also has his own family! A wife and a daughter! And Mr. fucking Dibbles!

Pietro/Peter Maximoff is his own character, and he doesn’t need someone else with him to be “cool.” 

Yeah, he’s “fast as fuck” but have you even been able to explore all the cool shit with him being fast as fuck? I think the two slow-mo scenes are fantastic examples.

In DOFP, Peter runs fast as fuck. And with that speed, he manages to break his father out of the Pentagon, fuck up multiple guards with simple object movement and/or placement, and move bullets out of the way of the three men.

In Apocalypse, still runs fast as fuck, if not faster. Saves everyone he physically can from that exploding mansion, and still has fun with it. He’s moonwalking, playing darts, drinking people’s drinks, saving pets, etc.

Evan Peters has fun with his character! He enjoys it to the point where it spreads to the viewer!

I dunno, I’m probably repeating myself to the point where what I was trying to say is actually lost among y’all, as well as myself. But this just... I dunno. Don’t like the way ATJ phrased his statement.

Obviously, don’t give ATJ shit or anything like that for something like this. He’s a person too, not just a person on a screen. Sorry for making this so long.

Honestly I know they were on the backfoot and super defensive given Evan's Quicksilver was not just well recieved but regarded by many as the best part of Days of Future Past (no mean feat for a film that featured the return of Patrick Stewart, Ian McKellan and Hugh Jackman) and pissed about the way S*nger went about things but the MCU lot including ATJ gave Evan no respect and that still pisses me off when I'm reminded of it. Especially when Evan was so honest and gracious about the whole thing and respectful of both the MCU and Aaron.

This here from Aaron was just fucking rude.

[heavenblazzer]

If those two ever teamed up, the planet would be turned into ashes within seconds.

[meepcries]

To my fellow Peter Maximoff Truthers...

It is difficult to say what may happen tomorrow. Even if I believe that the amount of evidence gathered is very high, the people who have insisted on instilling doubt in our belief can still cause fear to even the strongest of us. 

Whatever will come from tomorrow, know that it has been an absolute pleasure meeting so many people, from those who loved Peter Maximoff since 2014 to the people who grew to love him from this show.  

I will remain optimistic that this is him until the very end because it is what we deserved. When in doubt, trust the evidence at hand! Stay strong, fellow Peter Maximoff Truthers! The sun will shine on us again!

[loki-sun]

Anti Fox X-Men stans: Fox X-Men make no sense, the franchise has the worst timeline - a total clusterfuck. The timeline is too messy and complicated.

Russo bros with Endgame: Hold my beer

[azulso]

X Men part 5

Original and Spanish names

[bexfangirlforlife]

Thanks for the tag @anotherobsessedfangirl 😊 to describe my ships using gifs 😄

1. First ship

I've actually tried to figure this out lately, but it's a hard one. So I'm gonna go with the pairing that I loved and that came to my mind first when I was thinking of shows I watched as a kid. 》 Fiete×Natascha (Die Pfefferkörner)

2. First OTP

My first OTP and for about 9 years my absolute fave until (3.) arrived 》 Anna×Jonas (Anna und die Liebe)

3. Current fave ship

I just love them so much, they brought me an amazing time and they also brought me here 》 Toris (Tobias×Boris | Sturm der Liebe)

4. Your ship since the first minute

I noticed that they'll be a thing in their first scene and I started shipping them immediately 》 Luke×Lorelai (Gilmore Girls)

5. You wish they had been endgame

I feel like there are so many (especially in the daily soaps I watch for years now). But this is probably the first one that I could think of 》 Haylijah (Hayley & Elijah | The Originals)

6. You wish they had become canon

I mean there is still a possibility for them to become canon, but I sadly don't trust in that. Either way, I will die on this hill (😉) 》 Lokius (Loki×Mobius | Loki)

7. Most of the fandom hates, but you love

I feel like I'm a very mainstream person with my ships 🙈, so I take inspiration from the person who tagged me. It's probably not most of the fandom, but I think there are more that prefer her with someone else and also the people who got me into watching the show all don't ship them 😅 》 Rory×Logan (Gilmore Girls)

8. You don't even watch the show, but you ship them anyways

Ok, ok, I admit it's a bit of cheating... because I did watch the show at some point in the past. But when there storyline started I wasn't really watching the show for a while anymore, but I did read spoilers and watch certain storylines or scenes. I knew the characters from back when I was watching and I did watch some scenes of their falling in love storyline as well (and I might have been spending my last saturday evening with watching quite a lot of those, which is why I had to choose them). Besides if I start shipping people from shows I didn't watch, I often either start the show myself or at least watch scenes and fanvideos online anyways 😅 》 Ringsy (Ringo×Easy | Unter Uns)

9. You wish they had a different storyline

They have some incredible scenes, absolutely love first class and I died with the Paris scene in Dark Phoenix, but I just would have wanted them to have more scenes together from the second half of dofp until the Paris scene, there could have been so much more good stuff. (I also could have put them in the canon one, but they are so close to canon already though 😉) 》 Cherik (Charles×Erik | X-Men)

10. Fave ship that is endgame

If I think about it, they are one of the ships I liked before really watching the show and I then did start the show for them. So I'm glad they're endgame 》 Delena (Damon×Elena | The Vampire Diaries)

I tag: @bloomingrainbows @frolleinblondie @villainsweakness @vampwrin @secretkittendetective (obviously just if you'd like to)

[lead-acetate]

X-Men as Leverage

@iwillshipyouman asked:

Charles as Nate Erik as Sophie? If you don't plan of having Logan as Elliot then Erik could be both. Or you know Raven as sophie/Parker Hank as Hardison

I can give you some of my thoughts on that - although obviously if you want to do a Leverage AU, you can do whatever you want, there can be multiple options, none is worse than the other. My ideas with some explanations for those who haven’t watched Leverage (no spoilers, only the premise) are under the cut!

quick explanation for those unfamiliar with Leverage: it’s a TV Show about a team of criminals that con bad rich people in order to bring justice to poor people/return their money. the team has five characters with five different criminal occupations: a grifter, a hitter, a hacker, a thief and a mastermind (not really a criminal occupation, but the guy that plans stuff and holds the team together). (if some of these words are new to you, I advise you to google them - I know that I had to google them when I started getting into the show, nothing bad about it, we all have a different vocabulary range).

so our task here is to pick some X-Men characters for the roles. iwillshipyouman suggested: Charles as the mastermind, Erik as the grifter or as the grifter and the hitter at the same time. +possibly Raven as the grifter/the thief and Hank as the hacker. now come my ideas.

I have to say that my experience with the Leverage AU for another fandom (BBC Musketeers 2014-16) and specifically some awesome people from the corresponding discord server have taught me that it’s more fun to choose some not extremely obvious roles for characters because this lets more of their sides shine. I also have a personal preference for Cherik to have a first meeting after the start of the story so here’s my random list of characters with justifications. I give everyone they/them pronouns ‘cause I dunno what pronouns they’ll have in the story.

Dear anyone who stumbles upon this post, feel free to use my ideas, but please send me the link so that I could read it and tell everyone about it :) If you want to brainstorm this together, do reach out via asks/notes/DMs/whatnot.

Erik - the mastermind. They have their metal powers to defend themselves but that’s not their main thing. Angel - the grifter. They also have their powers to defend themselves. Raven - the hitter (that’s basically canon, see: beginning of DOFP, for example). Aaaand, totally random: I wanted to have Kitty on the team and with Kitty comes Ilyana, so, Kitty as the hacker and Ilyana as the thief? Maybe?

You can notice that Charles is not on the team. Well, the idea in my head is sth like Charles is Raven’s sibling and the team accidentally stumbles upon them during a job. Raven’s main line is “Stop flirting with our team leader”, and Erik will be crushing like Erik because, well, I love that trope. Will there be Raven/Kitty? Kitty/Ilyana? Raven/Angel? Very possible. Polycules are our everything.

I might write this at some point but I give zero promises, a promise-free zone

[black-widow134]

Wandavision spoilers (rant/theory)

(Don’t read if you have watched)

First of all, the end of episode five was wow. Quicksilver is back but not the same. Having the actor Evan Peters portray hits a little to close to the x-men universe. Even when he arrived at Wanda’s door, everything felt off. Wanda seemed confused. Visions seemed confused. Wanda was even confused to who she was looking at (she could’ve been shocked), but even she didn’t recognize him as her Pietro. Pietro even asks “who’s the popsicle” when see vision, which is strange since Pietro was present when Wanda first met the vision. Weird how he didn’t recognize him (but whatever. Vision doesn’t remember his life before death).

Now onto episode six:

Like last episode, Darcy again mentions that Pietro has a different face. If he’s suppose to be the same character as age of ultron’s quicksilver, then why do they keep mentioning this. Other characters usually don’t acknowledge it when a somebody gets recasted in a show or film.

Wanda even brings this point up many times, questioning why his face looks so different then before. Throughout the episode, she tries to test him about past memories and scenarios that he clearly doesn’t remember or know about. She’s even confused to the childhood trick-or-treating memory Pietro recalls. (Wanda says that she doesn’t remember the memory while Pietro says that she was too sick to remember). In fact she seems sceptical about every memory he recalls.

So their memories don’t match up. It’s clear that he has different memories.

Wanda questions why he doesn’t have an accent (but she doesn’t either) so that’s not overly suspicious in that scene.

But there’s some obvious similarities of the x-men’s quicksilver through the episode. He acts extremely childish and playful; appearing in front of Wanda’s face with silly expressions, asking for water balloons so he could fill it up with shaving cream, having pop chugging races with the twins, playing video games!!! He even has a bad habit of stealing (he helps tommy steal other kid’s candy), which Wanda reacts with “I didn’t think you’d be such a bad influence”

Wanda even calls him a “human child” while he’s seen chugging down a can a pop, which is totally different from that overprotective brother we saw in avengers age of ultron. So if you ask me, I think it’s a multiverse senario. Pietro Maximoff has to be x-men’s Peter Maximoff.

Now if you’re not familiar with x-men’s quicksilver, that’s exactly Peter Maximoff’s attitude. My theory is that he is quicksilver form a different universe, fox’s xmen quicksilver (to be exact). He’s played by the same actor, same personality as Peter Maximoff. I believe that it’s the beginning of the multiverse.

Wanda even said she couldn’t bring people back to life. This might’ve worked differently for the vision, but at least she had his body to revive. No way Pietro’s body would’ve been intact to bring him back. It’s been years since she’s seen him. Who even knows where he was buried?

Xmen quicksilver also had a sister. Two actually. There’s a scene in the rouge cut of xmen DOFP where his mom says “go upstairs and bug your sister.” Which proves that Wanda exists in both the xmen universe as well as the mcu. Which is why I think that Pietro got sucked out of his universe to be with MCU Wanda. Wanda wanted her brother back so strongly that she(or something else) took Quicksilver form another universe and placed him into the MCU

[septicstories]

Peter Maximoff Rant (WandaVision Finale/X-Men Days of Future Past/X-men Apocalypse Spoilers)

I found out about Evan Peters’ Quicksilver through X-men. But it wasn’t a long time ago when DOFP or Apocalypse first came out.

It was at the end of January or beginning of February when scenes from those movies popped up on my feed.

I decided to watch one, it was the kitchen scene from Days of Future Past. So I watched it, and I thought it was cool. Really well made scene, fucking magnificent.

But I didn’t have a major attachment to the character.

I scrolled down under the video and saw another one. The scene from Apocalypse where he saves almost everyone from the X-mansion as it blows up.

Really cool, also really well made. I laughed at the bastard who was moon walking in front of an explosion, saving people and dogs and fish, messing with that one kid’s hair, saving some chick from an awful kiss, drinking some girl’s soda or whatever.

I thought the character was pretty cool, and I needed to watch these movies.

Then the scene where you first meet him in DOFP popped up.

That scene made me fall in love with Evan Peters’ Quicksilver.

The cocky teenage speedster who plays ping ping alone in his mom’s basement, steals Hostess snacks like it’s his fucking job, has shit all over his room, and arcade machines that give me nostalgia sitting around.

“What you guys want? ... I didn’t do anything! ... I’ve been here all day.”

Those were the words that made me adore this character. The delivery of the lines, the pauses, everything. Those lines made me immediately think “This dude is fucking amazing. He’s my new favorite Marvel character. I love this guy.”

The scene where he breaks Magneto out of the Pentagon was also fucking phenomenal and made me love this idiot more.

“I know. That’s what I’m waiting for.” “What’re you doing?” “I’m holding your neck so you don’t get whiplash.” “What?” ‘Whiplaaaaaaaaash.”

The exchange made me giggle.

“You must’ve done something pretty serious... what’d you do, man? What’d you do? What’d you doooo?~ Why’d they have you in there?” “For killing the president.” Oh... wow... shit! “Everything I’m guilty of is fighting for people like us.” “You take karate? You know karate, man?”

This hyperactive ball of silver made me so damn happy and made me smile so fucking wide with almost anything he did.

And when I first saw him fighting Apocalypse, I was cheering him on out loud.

When he got hurt, I sucked in a breath between clenched teeth, and I got so scared when I saw "Psylocke" come up with a sword and Apocalypse pull his head back and expose his neck.

Then I saw him in WandaVision.

I told myself I was gonna wait for the rest of the show to come out so I could watch it all at once.

But Tumblr's tags started overflowing with spoilers, so I decided to watch it.

And when he was introduced, even though I saw it coming, I was jumping up and down, flailing my hands even if my arthritis was shitty in my wrists that day.

And when I saw him afterward, hanging out with the twins, I was so damn happy. It was just like the Quicksilver I adored. I never watched AoU, so I can't say anything about ATJ's Quicksilver, though he's probably fucking great too.

I was worried it was gonna be a familiar face on a total stranger, and that wasn't the case.

Or I thought it wasn't.

They put in someone who quickly became my comfort character, got me excited, all for what?

A dick joke?

I knew the X-men theories were a stretch but I still believed them, and that's my own fault. But it's still not right to put a character in, get everyone excited, make him seem just like the X-men version of a character while having the rights to the X-men version of said character, only to waste him on a dick joke.

At least ATJ's Quicksilver got a proper send off and not just a "funny" dick joke.

The joke was funny for maybe two seconds.

I actually had to pause the episode for a minute and get some water.

I still love the series and I love the actors and it was a well made series. I just wish that Evan Peters wasn't used for a dick joke. I'll probably be better about this in a few hours, I just wanted to rant about my emotional support kleptomaniacal speedster.