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soft-for-them · 1 year

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Havok and Torment - Alex Summers x plus size reader - Headcanons

Summary: The reader is a mutant and is taken in by Charles and Erik, she gets close to Alex.

Trigger Warning: Mention of bullying, bad home life and pain.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/N: This is a re-write of some old headcanons that I've deleted.

. With a backpack and a bin bag filled with everything you’d ever need when running away from home you had hoped to flee to California or Hawaii, not picked up by two men called Charles and Erik, two mutants just like you.

. You had ran away from home. Well to rephrase it, you had moved out from home because you were an adult… without anyone knowing. Technically if anyone ever cared about you then you’d be a missing person, though because you were an adult by then even if someone had filed a police report they wouldn’t care.

. The day you ran away you were like an angry child, the black bin bag like your very own bag on a stick, a stash of money in your pockets and some food for the road.

. Your reason for running away? Well there are too many to list but being a mutant was a near death wish around the parts you used to live, that paired with a verbally abusive family and the bullies from highschool still beating you up despite now being an adult with a job.

. (Ok maybe working at a fast food drive through isn’t the most classy but you need the cash and the experience on you CV.)

. Before the boiling point when you’d just been put in the care of your extended family, when you were just a fat mess of hormones and pimples like clockwork the bullying had begun. You were moved to the middle of nowhere America because of the bulling at your last school but it still followed you.

. The pushes and punches never seemed to hurt you, only the words did.

. No literally, you were the opposite of ‘sticks and stone may break my bones but words will never hurt me.’

. It started as people walking into your shoulder. Fine it happens. Then it became being purposefully tripped up. Ok, surely that was a one-time thing? But when word got around that you hardly got hurt, that you were like a punching bag well the bullies flocked to pick on you.

. You would come home from middle school with the faint feeling of where the punches where punched, footprints on you back and trousers torn at the knees but with no actual injuries, not cuts or bruises, not even a weeping knee.

. The bullies though you hid the injuries well and you so called family never took any notice of you at all. When you’d get home you’d just sleep, no one could wake you up, not even an earthquake. Every day was like a ground-hog day of pain and misery but no proof, apart from you tears, that any of this was happening.

. You had become antisocial and quiet by the time you were ready for high school you didn’t talk unless it was purely academic related and you just looked grey.

- And because of this you became the ‘disgrace’ of the family, the black sheep. Your Aunt would say deeming words like ‘Why can’t you be like your cousins and try!’ even if you got straight A’s on every test. The bullies would scream over the crowded hallways things like ‘GOD DAME IT (Y/N)! Can’t you fucking talk like a normal person.’ making other students laugh and stare.

. Their words hurt so fucking much, they hurt so much that you did some things that you regret to this very day. Those hidden lines on your body will always be a reminder of that, though you’d never show anyone, well only one person but you hadn’t net him in your high school years.

. You had realised that you were a mutant when you were fourteen but it only became a rumour when you were a bit older.

. A girl you don’t care about to remember her name, the girl who had torment you ever since you could remember, had decided to make you her personal punching bag more than other people did.

. Gone of the days of being called a ‘fatty’ instead she’d beat you up so bad that you’d never be able to move afterwards. The pain was there for a minute or so, a painful reminder that you still felt something even just for a second, before dissipating to faint throbbing and achy joints.

. When the girl saw that her abuse did nothing physically to you she stopped. She just stopped like she’d never made your life a living hell.

. She stayed away from you like the plague.

. The rumour started to go around about you being a mutant. Others tried to harm you but only you could harm yourself. You acted innocent and oblivious, to you mutants weren’t real for if you’d ever let on that you were aware of them, aware that you were one, then you’d be taken away or maybe even something worse.

. The day you decided to leave your town was the best day of your life. You woke that day and realised that you were an adult and could do whatever you wanted to. You made your bed and rang up work declaring that you were quitting, you happily lied to you family saying you would be gone for an hour of two, you bags hidden in the hedges at the front so they didn’t see.

. With spare change and a boost to your mood you took the first bus you saw and road to the end of the line. You walked down highways and back roads, hitch hiked with total strangers, you were unafraid.

. For a year you visited roadside attractions like a tourist, stayed in dingy motels and blagged food from pit stops.

. One day whilst sticking your thumb out a van filled with hippies all looking like Joh Lennon and Yoko Ono stopped and let you in. They were heading for New York, they talked about how the seventies yet to come where going to be their decade of revolution.

. Two days after, parked on the side of an empty road, the van hot boxed and filled with weed smoke a guy singing off tune folk songs a bright yellow taxi pulled up beside to you.

. You were in the middle of nowhere, like tumble weed and farmers’ fields type of nowhere.

. Two men emerged from said taxi, the smarter looking of the two knocking loudly on the side door of the van, both of them introducing themselves as Charles and Erik.

. “Whoa, we are in our right to park here.” The John Lennon wannabe, well one of them, had said, a bong still in his hands.

“We’re not cops.” The taller one had said his voice a bit accented and deep, the turtle neck nothing like what the pigs would ever wear.

“That is very obvious Erik.” Charles had said, the faces now matched to the names they had given.

. They were mutants too.

. Erik pulled the metal stem from the bong in Lennon’s hands, a sly comment about smoking coming from his lips whilst Charles had raised his fingers to his head only to be met with only pain.

. This got the taxi driver, Darwin, out of the taxi.

. “Your pain… I-You're so hurt.” His voice had croaked and his face had gone red as Erik and Darwin held him up.

. Thank fuck you were the only person not to have taken any magic mushrooms for if the van filled with non-mutants knew you were a mutant well who knows what would have happened.

. Somehow, you agreed to going to this ‘facility’ with the three mutants, not really because your mutation but because you had nothing to lose and you really wanted to shower in warm water.

. “Um, can I-“ you had pointed to the bathroom to the side of your monotone but clean bedroom, waiting for the ok from Charles and Erik. They really were like two dads with the way they had hovered at the door of your temporary room.

. They allowed you to shower with no weird business but soon enough they had pulled you away into a room filled with other mutants closer to your age.

. Getting to the facility only to be bombarded by a load of energetic mutants had made you feel nervous and panicky. You had froze when too many of the new faces tried to introduced themselves with their loud booming voices which caught the eyes of one Alex Summers.

. The noise of the room had gotten louder and your body had begun to move towards the wall, your tried to blend into the background but you had realised that he was doing the exact same thing.

. He caught your eye and he smiled a small smile. It made you heart flutter with warmth.

. For the rest of the day you slept in oversized clothes and a bundle of blankets until an all too happy Raven dragged you out of bed to hang out with everyone.

. “Come on (y/n) it will be fun, you’ll be around your people.”

“I only came here because I’m homeless and fucked, I need sleep, maybe tomorrow I can ‘hang out’.”

- She dragging you to the living room anyway.

. You were drowning in an oversized hoodie with no foot-ware on with dent lines on your face from your deep sleep. The only seat left was either near Banshee or Alex and well Alex was quiet and looking at you with wide eyes so you had to sit next to Alex.

.Your eyes dropped from being so tired, your plush thigh touching his without you realising it.

. Alex understood you. He really wanted to be alone from everyone also but was made to sit with everyone else.

. Throughout the night he kept looking at you to see if you were ok and you were just staring into space.

. He thought you were cute, he felt like just wrapping you up in his arms in a big cuddle pile for comfort.

. “We should think of code names. We’re government agents now. We should have secret code names.” Raven had begun making you jerk out your trance, Alex snapping his eyes away from your soft face, “I want to be called Mystique.”

. Despite your eyes focused on Mystique as she talks and encourages everyone else to think up their code names you aren’t really paying attention. Really you just want to read a nice book or wrap yourself back up in a blanket and go back to sleep.

. Time ticked by, the feeling of Alex’s eyes gracing you every now and then as you try and concentrate. It wasn’t a creepy feeling, more of a feeling of someone looking out for you, a protector of sorts.

. Your eyes flicker towards Alex his blue eyes connected with yours.

. “You might want to cover your ears.” Sean said in the background as your cheeks turn warm.

. You hear nothing of Sean’s warning.

. Alex coved one of his ears whilst tapping your shoulder to alert you to the loudness about to come.

. He was too late.

. The high pitched scream shattered the table and your eardrums. Pain shot through your ears but despite their ringing you knew that they weren’t damaged, you felt no blood dripping nor were you deaf.

. “Shit, are you ok?” a soft touch on your arm had brought you back to your wits, your face gazed up to a concerned looking Alex who looked like he was about to cry and punch Sean at the same time.

. He was the only one who seemed to realise that you’d took the full force of the scream, that you hadn’t covered your ears. Only when he bent over to check if your ears weren’t bleeding was when people started to notice.

. “Yeah, my ears are just a bit throbby, no damage.” you said below a whisper.

. You looked around to concerned faces and said “I’m all good guys, carry on.”

. So the name giving continued with the showing of the different mutations, Alex more closer to you side, your thick thighs defiantly touching his now.

. “Alex, what is your gift? What can you do?” You perked up to Darwin’s question.

. Alex tried to get out of showing his mutation but you spoke up in curiosity and protection.

. “He doesn’t have to show anyone…” you said, “O-only if he wants too.”

. His smile was sweet, his mind boggled as he thought about whether he should show his mutation or not. Never the less Alex stood to show everyone.

. The red swirls from his body captivated you, it made you want to hold him just like he wanted to hold you, you had never seen such dangerous but beautiful spectacle before in your entire life.

. There was a connection between you two, it was the lonely ones sticking together, even when he was displaying his mutation he looked at you with hopeful eyes.

- At some point you felt tired and ultimately you fall asleep, you face leaning on the shoulder of Alex.

. You missed the shit show that went down for you were fast asleep, you missed the death and destruction because you were so tired and weak.

. You felt bad.

. Very bad.

. Thoughts like ‘If I were awake I could have done something!’ raged in your brain, you blamed you mutation for making you sleep so quietly, you blamed the softness of the sofa and the warm feeling of Alex.

. Charles told you that being too tired might have been a side effect of you mutation, that there might be something bigger that what you have. He want to train with him but you felt dejected and sad to agree.

. You go quietly, all moved to Charles’ mansion.

. Alex walked close to you as you all arrive, his knuckles touched your hand, the connection grounding you.

. Charles grinned like a fucking idiot because he could hear Alex’s thoughts about you.

. They were VERY loud.

. He left everyone to get acquainted with the manor, to relaxed and calm down from the troubling things that had happened but all he could hear was snippets of Alex’s thoughts of you.

. Charles would be just doing his thing, playing chess with Erik or reading a book, and thoughts like ‘I wonder how (y/n) is doing’ or ‘I should go and talk to her.’ would travel to Charles’ mind.

. Charles would telepathically answer Alex’s mind questions, surprising him wherever he would hear Charles in his mind.

. One day you saw Alex storming out of the mansion into the green grass outside and call it instinct but you just had to follow him. You needed to see if he was ok, you needed to see him ok.

. “Alex!” you were dresses in a slouchy knitted jumper and corduroy jeans, only in socks and no shoes, hair down and a mess.

. He turned around to you his one angered face turned soft and sweet, his shoulders not covered by the sleeveless grey hoodie slumped. His outfit was covered in burn marks, his face dripping with sweat.

. Your appearance, all cosy and sleepy looking, made him low key melt.

. “I can’t do it! I burn every fucking thing.”

. He never raised his voice around you, he just sounded so sad.

. You grabbed his hand with both of yours, your voice quiet and composed said one thing.

. “I have an idea Summers.”

. That idea being you standing beside the mannequin whilst he tried to hit the middle one with his mutation.

. “I can’t (y/n)!”

. You whisper echoed around the metal room, you voice determined.

. “My mutation has something to do with healing, you can’t hurt me Alex, I know you can’t.”

“I-I…”

“Please trust me Alex.”

. He hits the middle mannequin without a single injury. You jumped for joy whilst he let out a breath of relief.

. Ultimately you ran up to him, almost hugging him your hands shaking his shoulders with a bright smile on both of your faces.

. You not decided to show the small burn hole in sleeve of your jumper.

. Eventually you had to show your mutation, when the time did come everyone was gathered in the garden like they were about to see something great.

. With Charles in front of you, the rest including Alex are stranded near the walls of the mansion, you stood ridged and slightly scared.

. “(Y/n) when I looked into your mind I felt so much pain but I also saw power. You mutation is brilliant. Nothing can harm you except yourself but you still feel paint.” Charles begun, “I believe that pain builds up inside you, it makes you tired and worn out because I believe all you power is building up to something.”

. Charles babbled on with his theory, a theory of stored power from you pain.

. You blanked and looked over to Alex who smiled at you.

. “I believe, no, I know that you can harness that pain, that power, that’s my hypothesis.” You looked back at Charles with wide eyes, “Realise that torment (y/n).”

. For hours you and Charles stood out there in the cold, frustrations running high. Everyone else had gone inside but Alex still stood near, sometimes reading most of the time watching you.

. “It’s not going to work. Your hypothesis is wrong Charles.”

. You went back inside, Alex a little behind, your feet took you to the living room where Raven and the rest sat.

. You sit close to Alex, who ever so slightly touched your hand, giving you some comfort.

. “I see that you failed (y/n).” Erik said with a smirk.

. At that moment you finally grabbed Alex’s hand, you face turned annoyed.

. “I see you couldn’t move the metal dish.” you said rather loudly.

. “Well at least I can use my mutation.” Erik barked back.

. You stood up quickly, angry and pissed, Alex’s hand still in yours.

. Your face twisted in to tears as Charles tried to stop Erik from speaking any more, an incredible force built up in your body like pressure shooting upwards every pain you ever known turned into a dull ache as a bright blue light, wispy like flouting dust, flowed out and around your body.

. It looked like dust particles in sunlight, soft and magical like, but the particles stopped mid-air as you anger boiled over.

. A strike of blue hit Erik hard, so hard that he tumbled backwards losing his breath.

. Alex grabbed you plush body in to a bone crushing hug, partly to stop you from storming over to Erik and inflicting more damaged and secondly to calm you down in his warmth.

. The magic like power absorbed back into your body. You felt sleepy and achy.

. “There it is. That torment. That power.” Erik bellowed as he touched his split lip, his grin big and menacing.

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mykneeshurt · 6 months

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Hi Sweet ,

could I request any length piece you're down to do with Alex Keller x plus size f!reader (if body description isn't something you do you can leave it out).

I was thinking in the older brother's best friend trope, reader is probably mid 20's with Alex being early 30's. Throw in a dash of them balls deep in tension and a sprinkle of jealousy to get the feelings & devils tango rolling if you would kindly please?

Like they meet when readers brother comes home from being stationed with a new friend in tow.

Hear me out please, this man Alex Keller is a munch, if you're down to add that (please).

If you write this, if doesn't have to be any time soon and please change it as much as you want or are inspired to 🖤 thank you!

Hellooooo! Thank you for your request ❤️

I’ve tried to allude to a plus size reader, but I’m awful as describing plus size even though I am myself lmao so I hope it’s ok!

I used so many prompts from @glitterypirateduck Alex Keller list lmao

Prompts used - don’t look at me like that

I don’t care what they say

Is this what you wanted

Leave it on

Alex Keller x F! Plus size reader

Summer BBQ

Alex Keller. Your brothers oldest friend. Pain in the ass ever since you met him all those years ago. It was your 26th birthday and of course your brother had to invite him to the BBQ. He was older than you by a few years but that absolutely did not stop him from winding you up every opportunity he got.

He’d come over to help set up, put up balloons, banners, buntings, help with the food prep and of course help your dad with the BBQ. You’d never understand mans fascination with fire. Simple creatures.

You were busy preparing cocktails to put in the drink dispenser, humming a song you’d heard on the radio. It was a beautiful day, birds chirped in the trees, there was a gentle breeze and most importantly the sun was shining.

That was until a shadow blocked it, causing you to flash them a disgruntled look. ‘Don’t look at me like that’ Alex laughed, ‘came in to see if you wanted help. Your dad and brother have gone to the store.’

‘Your stupid muscles are in the way of the sun. Move.’ Your relationship with Alex was a strange one, love hate almost. He was handsome, funny and definitely flirty with you, but he was bold and too forward for your liking.

‘I’m not moving’ he smirked, crossing his arms which made his muscles only bulge further. ‘You’re being annoying’ you stated, keeping your focus on slicing fruit. ‘And you’re being so cute right now’ he cooed.

‘Ew Alex!’ You laughed, finally losing your tough exterior. ‘If you wanna help get the ice out of the freezer and put it in there’ you pointed to the glass drink dispenser.

He nodded and did as he was told, you made light conversation as you both worked. Filling each other in on how’d you’d been, what you’d been doing and of course your dating life. ‘Well I am seeing someone, he’s coming today so you’ll get to meet him’ you said cheerfully. ‘Hmm, I’ll be the judge of that. Gotta make sure he’s good enough for you’ he said, voice suddenly quite tense.

‘Good enough for me? You’re not my dad’ you laughed. ‘Maybe not, but I gotta make sure they’re good enough for you.’

‘And if they’re not?’ You smirked.

‘I’ll have to set them straight.’

He looked serious, there was no smiling, no joking, his body was tense. ‘Alex Keller, are you flirting or starting a fight? You jealous?’ You teased smacking his arm.

He took a few steps towards you, closing you into the kitchen counter. ‘You wanna see how jealous I really I am?’ His eyes were dark, body towering over yours. ‘What are you doing? Get out the way, we’ve got stuff to do’ You said, losing your breath.

You felt half curious, half … turned on.

‘Mmm I’m not moving’ he muttered, eyes dropping from your eyes to your lips. Slowly he placed his lips on yours, they were soft and gentle. The kiss wasn’t demanding, it felt slow and tender. He pulled back, the darkness still present in his eyes. You stood for a second, trying to figure out what this meant. What would your brother say? Was this wrong?

In what felt like forever you finally cupped his face as you leant in ‘do that again.’ He snaked his hands around your waist pulling you in, pressing your voluptuous body into his. He deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against your teeth, your tongue, your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, arching your body into him further.

He lowered his lips to your neck, your collar bone, nipping the skin in intervals. You felt your panties becoming wetter and wetter. Returning to your lips the kiss was now desperate, sloppy, your saliva mixed together as your tongues danced over one another.

Pulling away he led you to the sofa, unable to keep his hands from exploring every part of your body. As you sat down you went to remove your summer dress but he quickly stopped you. ‘No leave it on’ he ordered. He guided you to sit down, spreading your thighs with his hands. An audible groan fell from his lips as his fingertips squeezed your thick thighs.

He kissed along your inner thigh whilst squeezing the other. You watched as he looked up at you with his baby blue eyes, pupils blown wide. His lips traced the apex of your thigh as he bit into the soft flesh. You hissed through your teeth as you embedded your fingers in his hair.

He smiled into your pussy, he placed a gentle kiss on your panties before removing them entirely. His breath fanned against your core which was now soaking with your arousal. With one long swipe of his tongue he parted your folds, groaning as he did so. ‘Fuck’ he muttered, ‘taste so much better than I imagined.’

Losing your breath almost instantly you gripped his scalp, ‘you’ve thought about this?’ He hummed into you, languid stokes of his tongue up and down your slit. ‘This what you wanted?’ You panted, losing yourself to him. He hummed again but this time sucking on your clit. Sliding his hands under your thighs he pulled you off the sofa slightly, so you were resting on his shoulders.

He ate your pussy like a man starved, savouring every morsel of you. Devouring your taste, your essence. He sucked, licked, and gently nipped at the sensitive skin. You rolled your hips into him, craving more contact, craving your release. ‘Fuck Alex!’ You whined, breath caught in your throat. ‘That’s right baby, sound so pretty moaning my name.’

You felt your arousal drip from you, this man could eat pussy. His breathed was heavy and laboured as he buried his face in your greedy little cunt. You kept moaning his name, like a mantra, something to focus on. Back arched on the sofa, toes pointed.

As you were coming close to your release you heard a car pull onto the drive. ‘Oh fuck! Fuck!’ You whined, he got to his feet laughing as he handed you your panties. ‘I knew this was a terrible idea’ you panted whilst trying not to laugh, ‘I was so fucking close too.’

Once you slid your panties back into place he placed a swift kiss on your lips. ‘Is this not what you wanted?’ He smirked as he grabbed your ass. ‘Fuck off, go wash your face, the fuck would they say if they caught us?’ you smiled.

‘I don’t care what they’d say’ he shrugged, a serious look on his face, ‘but I’ll tell you one thing.’

‘What?’

‘I will be fucking you later, need to finish what I started.’

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plus-size-reader · 3 years

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Not so Bad

Alex Summers x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1133 words

Warnings: none

Summary: A ghost from Alex's past coming back to haunt him when Charles brings you to join the team

(Just a small introduction to his character)

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You hadn’t seen Alex in years.

It would have been a lie to say that you didn’t think about him all the time, but seeking him out was a different story entirely. In fact, you weren’t even sure where he was.

To your knowledge, he was still locked up, but you hadn’t heard much lately.

There was a time in your lives when you had been close, in your youth, but that was years ago now. It was before they’d taken him away.

Your hometown was full of stories, all villainizing the male, about what had happened.

The murder had been the talk of the town. However, you believed the story that Alex told. He told the authorities that he and his foster sister had been abducted, and that was why he’d killed him.

...But that wasn’t all it was either.

As far as they knew, he was some kind of criminal, a monster, but you knew that wasn’t the only thing he had going on.

Alex had a mutation, an ability that he had never been able to control, and you knew that because he’d told you.

You grew up with a similar affliction, one far more easy to hide.As far as mutations went, you were lucky. Unless you wanted them to, no one would ever know what you were capable of.

To put it plainly, you could manipulate other people’s blood. It was always right there, pulsing just below their skin and if you wanted to, you could burst every blood vessel.

Though, that was the one thing you had that Alex didn't. No matter what, you had to want to do it for your mutation to take effect.

The physical toll was more of a danger to you more than anyone else. It would be hard for you to hurt someone accidentally.

Alex didn’t get that courtesy.

If he so much as made a wrong move, he could injure someone, or worse. He just didn’t have the kind of control that you did, which made him dangerous.

Until the Fed’s decided they needed his help.

Up until that point, he was just some criminal they didn’t have time for but when they needed him for their own gain, it was only natural he be let out.

You had agreed to the plan both Charles and Eric proposed, out of nothing more than boredom, the same as the rest. However, the last thing you were thinking about right now was how bored you’d been before.

He was right there.

Alex Summers, your childhood best friend, was standing right in front of you.

When you’d agreed to do this, you didn’t expect to see him here but considering what the government was trying to do, it made sense.

Under the right pressure, they could easily weaponize his abilities.

“Alex? What are you doing here?” You asked, confused for only a moment as you tried to make sense of it. After all this time, he was just here, waiting.

It was a hell of a coincidence.

“What are you doing here? I didn’t think you wanted people to know” He returned, that was always your whole thing. You took great comfort in the fact that no one could tell that you were different.

Though, if you were willing to do something like this, it was clear that something had changed.

You would have never done this before.

“I didn’t, but I figured if I can make some kind of difference, it would be worth a try” you shrugged, rolling back and forth on your heels.

You hadn’t really given your current state much thought, as you didn’t think you’d be standing in front of Alex Summers today but that didn’t change the facts.

He was here.

“Fair enough” Alex decided, crossing his arms across his chest as he looked at you, his eyes flicking back and forth from your head to your toes.

It had been a number of years since he’d been able to see you but he had to admit that in that time, you’d changed quite a bit.

You looked really good.

The childhood weight of adolescence you’d had seemed to have developed into a stunning collection of curves, each more eye-catching than the last.

It was something he couldn’t have missed if he wanted to, and unfortunately for him, his admiration for your form was far from subtle.

Not to mention the fact that you could practically feel the way his pulse had quickened since you’d entered the room. There was no way you physically could have missed it.

“What are you doing?” you wondered, a teasing tone escaping your lips as you watched him, his eyes flicking up to your face as soon as you spoke.

You had caught him red handed and there was no real way he could play dumb. However, Alex wasn’t the sort of man who was going to go down without a fight.

He couldn’t just let you have that.

“Nothing, you look good” he allowed, looking away from you as soon as the words fell from his mouth. It was sort of embarrassing, saying that to you.

In general, Alex never had a problem flirting with girls and had a fair amount of romantic game but for some reason, that all melted away when it came to you.

Nevertheless, you smiled at the compliment.

If you were being honest with yourself, he looked really good too. He’d changed quite a bit since you two had seen each other and evidently, prison had done him good.

Alex had bulked up a whole lot since high school.

“Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself” you laughed, focusing on the way his pulse kept going, hammering against his veins as he looked you in the eye.

You really were beautiful.

“I’m so sorry, I know you aren’t a hugger but I don’t care” you hummed, your voice just as calm as it had been before, though there was an added awkwardness when you touched his skin.

You knew that Alex hated to be touched and in general, hated to be near other people, but you couldn’t worry about that right now.

It had been far too long since you’d seen each other.

“Not so bad?” he whispered, only loud enough so that you could hear. You both knew that he was much better looking than ‘not so bad’ and now he was determined to get you to admit it.

...And that wasn’t going to happen.

“We’ll start there and see how it goes” you teased, matching his energy right back. As shocked as Alex was to see you again after so long, maybe this whole thing wasn’t going to be as bad as he thought.

At least now he’d have you to keep him company.

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trashmagines · 5 years

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Come To Me: Alex Summers x Plus-sized!Reader

TrAshy Says: Here’s some smut nobody asked for.

Read here.

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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Marvel/DC Masterlist

Avengers

General

Two

Still

Wrestle

Room

Sharing (Bucky)

Rescue (peggy natasha centric)

Rescue Pt 2

Rescue Pt 3

Bucky Barnes/Reader

Lifeboat

For Sale

Mission Pt 1: Backlog

Oh Baby

Plus Sized (Headcanons)

Summon (Halloween)

Shadow Help (Halloween)

Dating (Headcanons)

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Happiness Continues

Part 11: The Delivery

Summary: Jensen and Y/n welcome their newest addition to this world.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 7.2K+

Warnings: Language, angst, descriptions of labor and birth

Author’s Note: Baby Ackles is finally ready to make their first appearance. If you have been following this story since the beginning, you may want to grab a tissue, there just might be some tears (happy tears tho). Also, I will preface this chapter by saying I have never been pregnant nor given birth so please don’t @ me with any inaccuracies, I tried my dudes. Special thanks to my loves for the constant undeserved support and my devoted beta @emoryhemsworth xoxo Alex

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The winter sun had long ago dipped underneath the horizon, the night bringing a new level of quiet to the residential corner where the birthing center was located. Inside birthing suite two, the only soft light came from the LED strips that followed the length of the walls at the base and ceiling. Currently, they were tuned low and blue, the light mixing with the neutral decor in a way that made her feel like she was underwater.

Curled on her side in the queen-sized bed, Y/n watched out the window on the opposite wall. Through the sheer curtain, the center’s garden could be visualized. It expanded a few hundred yards until the treeline of the nearby forest began. In silence, she watched the water trickle from the stone fountain in the center. It had been turned off for the season, but the rain that had fallen earlier in the evening still clung to the piece, each drop falling in a slow rhythmic pattern.

Y/n found it more soothing than what the fountain had looked like last summer when they had first toured the place. She assumed if she was laboring in spring or summer, walking the trails in the garden would be something she found herself doing, even late in the evening as it was currently. But that was a dream she had let go of as the temperature dropped. All she had now was the counting of each drop in between contractions.

The instinct to hold her breath took over as the next contraction washed over her, the sharp inhale of breath alerting the dozing man next to her. Y/n closed her eyes and focused on taking deep breaths, trying to ground herself to the moment. Fingers pressed into her lower back, one on either side of her spine, applying counter-pressure to the contraction.

“Harder,” her word was weak, even in the quiet room. The pressure increased instantly, helping her to focus back on breathing through the contraction. It felt like a lifetime later when the pain began to subside before eventually tapering off. The sheets shuffled in the dark behind her before she felt an arm wrap around her abdomen.

“Where are you at?” Jensen’s voice broke into the room as he pulled her tight against his chest.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, her gaze back on the fountain outside. “Trying to be anywhere but here.”

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Birth our child?” she tried, unable to stop the smile from creeping up on her face. If there was one thing Y/n didn’t handle well, it was being in pain. She would put back up every wall that anyone had become successful in tearing down, choosing to stew in silence. It was a defense mechanism she had perfected long ago. Never let them see you sweat. Unfortunately, that also meant that she tended to get mean, keeping it all bottled up until she exploded like a shaken can of soda. She truly wished right then that she had a catheter in her back delivering the good meds to her lower body, but she had committed long ago to do this as naturally as possible, her comfort be damned.

“As soon as they figure out how to do that, I’ve got you, babe,” Jensen chuckled behind her, close enough for her to feel his breath on her neck. She nodded in unfortunate understanding, her hand coming to rest atop her husband’s where it lay on her belly.

“Actually, could you top off my water bottle?” Y/n spoke back up after a moment of content silence.

“Of course. Ice?” He questioned, already climbing from the bed to grab her bottle on the nightstand near her.

“Please,” she confirmed.

“Be back in a flash,” Jensen pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before leaving the room to get ice from the main kitchen in the birthing center. A sigh left her mouth as she pulled herself into a semi-sitting position on the bed and grabbed her phone from where it lay charging. There was a mix of messages in her notifications, all from friends and family with varying messages of encouragement. She appreciated the gesture but to be honest, what Y/n wanted more than anything was to not have all the attention on her. It was yet another symptom of being uncomfortable. Her solace lay in the simple fact that she was not expected to answer any of the messages she received, considering she was in labor and all. Forgetting why she even grabbed the device in the first place, Y/n noted the time and tossed it back on the nightstand.

It was officially after midnight. Well, technically it was almost twelve-thirty which meant it was Jensen’s birthday. Y/n had found it funny when he had called his mother earlier to let her know that the baby was coming, Jensen had made his stupid joke only to have his face fall when Donna had laughed a little too hard. Her husband was caught up thinking about his mother and teasing the older woman that it didn’t even cross his brain what Y/n going to labor meant for him. Now, as she found herself nearly seven centimeters dilated as the clock turned into the new day, it seemed their baby would share its birthday with their father.

Jensen came back then, breaking her out of her thoughts but unable to knock the warm smile from her face. He walked around to her side and perched on the edge of the bed, one leg tucked under him as he faced her. Y/n took a drink of the cool liquid, relishing in the calm it brought her.

“What is that smile about?” He had an equally bright smile of his own, unable to contain it as he watched his wife.

“Nothing just… happy birthday,” the pregnant woman shrugged in her seat, her eyes casting down to wear her hands now cradled her bump.

“Yeah, it is,” he agreed, his heart feeling so whole when he thought about it that it felt as though it might burst from his ribcage. There was so much love for the woman in front of him, he didn’t know what to do with it. It scared him sometimes. It didn’t matter what was happening at the moment, but he could look at her and he would forget for a second that the world existed outside them and all he knew was that she made everything okay. His heart would skip a beat so fast he barely noticed and the urge to cry became overwhelming. Only this time, he refused to fight it, allowing a few tears to well up in his eyes.

“What’s this about?” Y/n sat up, concern now etched into her features as she brought herself close enough to her husband that she could wipe away the single tear that had escaped down his cheek with her thumb. She had caught sight of it, of course, even in the low light of the room. In the few silent seconds that he sat there smiling, she felt warm under his stoic gaze, unsure of what was going on in that head of his. Jensen shook his head, his smile still not faltering.

“I love you,” he said simply.

“I love you, too,” Y/n agreed, her concern melting away and taking with it the crease in her brow. Her husband cradled her face in his hands, pulling her face up to press his lips to hers. He poured every emotion that was currently making him dizzy into that kiss, afraid that if he didn’t, she would never know. But she did know, and though Y/n didn’t need more than those three words, she couldn’t deny him the release he so evidently needed. The desperation seeped from his every pore as his lips brushed against hers, unwilling to part until the need for air overtook everything else.

A gentle knock on the door snapped his brain back down to Earth. Jensen released his hold on her face, watching as it took her a second longer to open her eyes once they parted. He cleared his throat before calling out.

“Come in.”

Their midwife, Melek, snuck into the room, not making a sound as she closed the door behind her. She turned the lights up just a touch, giving the couple a warning beforehand.

“Hey, I’m just back to check your progress,” she snatched a pair of gloves from their place in one of the drawers and came to the side of the bed Jensen was still perched on. He moved out of her way as Y/n scooted down the bed slightly. Melek asked Y/n how she was feeling as she went about her work. The midwife listened and nodded along to everything she explained.

“Well, we are getting very close. Based on how you’ve progressed so far, this baby could be here in the next couple of hours. You are going to start feeling the urge to push soon, might feel like you have to poop, don’t ignore that or any other changes you notice.” Melek stood from the bed and tossed her gloves before washing her hands. She made a note on the whiteboard in the room before coming back over to the couple.

“You are welcome to continue relaxing, whatever feels best. However, if you feel up to it, I would suggest taking a walk in the garden. I know it’s cold and late, but it will help to energize you before the big work starts.”

“Thank you. Is that safe?” Y/n was adjusting her nightgown back into place as she talked.

“Yes, if you choose to take a walk, I would go now. No longer than twenty minutes outside and I will be back in another hour,” Their midwife confirmed. The couple nodded in acknowledgment of her words, offering her more words of ‘thanks’ as she exited the suite.

“Well, what do you think, momma?” Jensen put his hands on his hips as he looked down at her.

“Couldn’t hurt,” Y/n shrugged. She offered him an innocent smile. “Help me put on my shoes?”

“Deal.”

****

A low groan emanated from her chest as she battled through her current contraction. Her hands were locked around Jensen’s neck as she rested her head on his shoulder. The actor was rocking her back and forth, once again applying counterpressure to her lower back.

“Oh god, I feel nauseous,” Y/n breathed out as the contraction subsided. She let up on the weight she had been putting on her husband.

“That’s normal though, right?”

“Yeah, I was just venting,” she let the air out of her lungs rush past her lips. “I don’t expect you to do anything about it.” Her words were clipped as they tumbled from her mouth before she could stop them. The laboring woman cringed as she felt her husband stiffen underneath her. The soda had popped. Her movements were hesitant as she raised her head to look at him, regret written across her face.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, you are allowed to do whatever you want to me today.” The smile that graced his lips was tight, but she suspected it was more from the exhaustion than anything. She could see the heaviness in his eyes.

“No, it’s not. Come on, yell at me. Tell me you don’t need that shit because you were just trying to be helpful,” she pleaded with him, the guilt heavy in her chest.

“You want me to pick a fight with you while you are in labor?” Amusement was heavy in his words.

“Yeah, please? I deserve it. You are being far too nice to me.”

“It’s not happening. Sorry, babe.” Y/n growled in frustration, causing her husband to throw his head back and laugh.

The sound of yet another knock had her releasing her grip on her husband as she called the midwife in. It was time for the hourly check of her labor progression, a task that Y/n had grown a distinct distaste for. As the hours came and went and it felt like nothing was happening, it all just felt pointless. At this point, she was begging this kid to come out.

Melek made quick work of the check, a smile on her face after when she pulled off her gloves. “Seems as though it’s time, momma. You are fully dilated. How are you feeling?”

“Uh,” Y/n shared a look with her husband as their midwife headed over to the tub on the opposite side of the room and started the water. She gave a quick synopsis of what had happened in the last hour before asking, “Are we pushing now?”

“We can start. Sounds like you’ve already had some urges to. Right now it’s about listening to your body and what it’s telling you. I’m going to grab the nurse while you get in the water.” Melek left the water running and the couple dumbstruck.

“Okay, I guess this is happening,” Y/n scoffed, allowing her husband to help her from the bed. He stripped down to his boxer briefs while she slipped off the gown she was wearing, leaving her as naked as the day she was born. Jensen helped her into the tub and down to sit between his legs. As the water reached its max level, he stopped the tap and urged her to sit back against his chest.

True to her word, Melek was back in no time with a nurse and everything else they would need. They flourished around the room, getting ready as yet another contraction hit. Y/n’s grip on her husband tightened, her mind focused on one thing now. Jensen was whispering in her ear, helping to guide her breaths. Y/n gave in to the urge to push, more than ready now to have this over with. The pattern was quick and repeated itself again, and then again, and again.

The time clicked away on the clock on the far wall, each passing minute mocking the laboring woman as it turned over the hour. If she had thought she was exhausted before, it was nothing compared to how she felt now. Sweat dripped from her forehead, small tendrils of hair that had fallen from the bun on top of her head stuck to her flushed skin. She dropped her head onto her husband’s shoulder, soft pants passing her lips as she tried to relax before the next contraction hit.

Only it didn’t take long, the pain returning before she even had time to think. The contraction had her doubling in on herself, concentrating on bearing down. Her scream originated low in her chest, the sound of it low as it echoed out in the room. Y/n knew that Melek was coaching her, but she couldn’t hear the words anymore, her body too far spent.

“I can’t,” As the contraction dissipated, she threw her head back and hid her face in the crook of Jensen’s neck.

“You can, Y/n. Your body was made to do this,” Melek encouraged, a hand on the poor woman’s shoulder. Y/n swatted it away as she let out another sob.

“No, I can’t. I’m too tired,” her shoulders shook as she let it all out. Jensen turned and placed a kiss on her temple.

“Honey, if anyone can do this it’s you,” he whispered in her ear. “I know you’re tired and that means you are ready to quit, but you can’t, not yet. Just think about holding our baby in your arms, you are so close.”

Another sob shook through her as she indicated her disagreement with his words. She wanted to believe him, she wanted to believe him so badly it hurt but Y/n had never felt so defeated in her life. This was finally it and she couldn’t do it.

“Look at me, Y/n.” He waited for her eyes to open and focus on him. “You can and you will. I’m right here, I’ve got you. You are gonna push this baby out and we are gonna love it so much all this will be a distant memory. Nothing else will matter but the life we created.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” she hiccuped out with a laugh. Jensen chuckled along with her, offering another kiss to her temple. They nodded at each other, silent words being passed between them just before the next contraction hit. This time she put all her energy behind it, refusing now to be defeated. It was far from easy, but only she could do it now.

She couldn’t be sure how many contractions later it happened, the only thing she was sure of was the instant relief that washed over her body. Her eyes snapped open as Melek pulled her gook covered baby from the warm water of the tub, holding up its long body so both her and Jensen could see.

“It’s a boy!” Melek announced, placing the infant against Y/n’s bare chest. It all happened in a second and Y/n was holding her son in her arms. Jensen was peppering her face with kisses and muttering soft praises, his arms wrapped around her and helping the nurse wipe the baby clean. More sobs racked her body as soft cries came from the tiny body in her arms. Everything felt like too much like her whole being was vibrating on some new frequency she didn’t yet understand. It was invigorating and terrifying at the same time.

“I told you!” Y/n turned to look at her husband, the sobs that had been shaking through her now intermixed with soft laughter.

“Yeah, you did, babe. I’ll promise to never question you again,” the smile on his face grew as soon as he realized what she was talking about. The giggles coming from his wife seemed to seep into him and soon he was laughing along with her.

Y/n feigned a scoff, chuckles still seeping past her lips and a beautiful smile on her lips. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Ackles.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

****

It took a while before anyone was able to pry her son from her arms and even then, she refused to give up to anyone besides Jensen. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust the nurse or midwife, she just felt that if she gave him up, the feeling in her chest would go with him. Only the soft voice of her husband was able to coax her out of the bubble she had wrapped herself into. Reluctantly, she handed the infant off to her husband who passed him on to be weighed and measured.

The nurse was then able to help her out of the tub and into the shower, washing away the remnants of her son’s birth from her body. In that short amount of time, she ached to hold her son again. Her mind couldn’t focus on anything besides him, and it pissed her off. She didn’t feel in control of herself, consumed by the maternal instincts now flooding her neurons.

When she emerged from the bathroom, Jensen was propped up against the headboard, his legs casually crossed at the ankle in front of him. Discarded still at the foot of the bed was his shirt he had peeled away before they had gotten into the tub, but he had slipped his Nike joggers back on his tall frame. His large hands dwarfed their son, who was only in a diaper, where Jensen held him against his chest. The couple shared a smile before she made her way over to him, climbing gingerly into the bed next to her husband and son. Y/n curled herself into his side as the nurse left them to be alone.

“Nine pounds and seven ounces, twenty-one inches long,” Jensen smirked down at the sleeping infant. Y/n choked out a breath, her jaw dropping open in the process.

“Jesus, I’m never gonna be the same,” she blew out a breath. The tired woman laid her head against her husband’s shoulder, her eyes never leaving her sleeping child. She could feel her husband shaking softly with laughter. Mostly, she was just as amused as him, but on the other hand, she wasn’t kidding.

As she settled into her spot, their son began to stir, his face scrunching into a frown. Jensen moved quickly, pulling the kid away and offering him to his mother.

“What, the first time he even indicates he might cry and you immediately hand him over to me?” Y/n leans away from her husband, a confused frown etched into her features.

“Uh, yeah, I don’t have the goods,” the Texan flicked his eyes down at her chest before looking back at her face. He had one eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face.

“Okay, how do you even know he’s hungry? Maybe he needs to be changed?”

“He’s fresh out of the womb and hasn’t eaten anything, you do the math,” Jensen held him out again. Y/n rolled her eyes for effect when the truth was she couldn’t wait to get her hands on that baby again.

“Well go get the midwife, I don’t know what I’m doing here,” Y/n tilted her head towards the door. She had one hand cradling the infant and her other was working to pull her gown away from her chest.

“Right,” he bounded from the bed, grabbing his shirt as he went and pulling it over his head. The door barely had time to shut behind him before he was returning, Melek in tow. The midwife was more than helpful, guiding Y/n and her baby through their first feeding. It took them a few tries before it seemed like they finally got the hang of it. Melek left them again to the peace of the early morning.

The sun had yet to breach the horizon but that didn’t stop the birds from putting on a show outside. Jensen had climbed back into bed with his family, situating himself as close as possible to his wife. It gave him the best vantage to watch the miracle they had created. He rested his hand on the baby’s head, rubbing his thumb across the infant’s hair.

Y/n didn’t even bother averting her gaze as her husband nestled into her side. She was far too transfixed on her son. Every emotion felt magnified a thousand times since she gave birth, to the point where she felt like she might burst. It was hard to sort through them, the exhaustion of her body not helping at all. Now, as she stared down at the precious life she and Jensen had created, the only thing she felt was calm. His eyes were closed as he fed, the soft gurgles and breaths he let out the only noise in the suite.

“He’s perfect,” she mumbled to no one in particular, she just felt it needed to be said.

“He really is,” Jensen agreed. “I had no doubt, which is why I got you this.” Y/n tore her eyes away then as Jensen procured a long velvet case from behind him. He offered the object to Y/n who took it with her free hand.

“What is this? It’s your birthday today, not mine,” she tried arguing.

“Just open it, you dork. Besides, you’ve already given me the best gift I could ever have,” Jensen urged her to open it. His eagerness washed off him as he smiled at her, his hand back on his son’s head.

Being careful to not jostle the child eating in her arms, Y/n used both hands to flip open the case. Laying against a dark cushion inside was a gold bracelet with a row of seven round stones in the center. She caught the card that was placed inside when it tried to fall away, reading the small paragraph.

‘Customised with seven beautifully crafted semi-precious stones amidst a string of shimmering beads. Each stone is traditionally associated with various characteristics that also typify those born in that particular month – The March birthstone is Aquamarine, which has a pale blue appearance and symbolizes honesty, loyalty, and happiness.’

The tears fell from her eyes as she read, threatening to turn into full-blown sobs. Y/n sniffed as her emotions continued to get the better of her, using the end of the blanket to wipe the wetness from her cheeks. Happiness. There wasn’t anything she could think of better to describe how she was feeling. It was indescribable happiness that had begun on that New Year’s Eve two years ago and continues through the life she now held in her arms. It was happiness she feared she would never get to experience, and yet, here she was.

“Jay, this is beautiful. But how-”

“I ordered one for February too, can’t be too careful,” he answered before she could ask, earning a giggle from his wife. “You really like it?”

“Honey, I love it. I can’t imagine a more perfect gift.”

“Here,” Jensen pushed away from the headboard and offered his hand to take the case from her. She handed it back to him, allowing him to take the delicate bracelet from its setting. He urged her to raise her arm, making quick work of clasping the piece of jewelry around her right wrist. “There, perfect.”

“Perfect,” she agreed.

****

The midwife cleared Y/n and the baby to go home just before noon that day. They had spent less than twenty-four hours in the birthing center, but as she dressed her son to go home she couldn’t help but feel like she was going to miss it. That stupid little room now held so much meaning to her, and she hated it. The exhaustion and hormones were making her stupidly sentimental.

As they turned into their driveway, Jensen was forced to pull their SUV into the yard since the entirety of their driveway was filled with cars. He hopped out of the driver’s seat to help Y/n from the car before grabbing the car seat with their son inside. Her husband allowed her to waddle along in front of him, a smirk on his lips when she looked over her shoulder before opening the gate to their home.

Across the stone courtyard, she could see their family all huddled in front of the expansive window that saw into their living room. Everyone waved excitedly as the new family made their way towards the house. Y/n took in the faces of her and Jensen’s parents, along with her brothers and their families. Jensen’s siblings were too far out to make it right now, but even still Y/n was surprised to see her brothers. Donna and Alan had come down as soon as they called to let them know Y/n was in labor, staying in their guestroom for the coming week to help the new parents adjust. She expected her parents too, even though they couldn’t stay longer than the night, rooming in Jared’s guesthouse and leaving in the morning. But yeah, her brothers were a surprise.

The family was greeted and the door, an array of excited faces welcoming them home. Someone had hung a ‘congratulations’ banner, with a matching ‘happy birthday’ one just below it. Everyone wrapped the new mother up in a tight embrace before passing her along to the next family member while the kids swarmed Jensen and the baby. It took quite some convincing from the parents to quiet down the little ones, all excited to meet their new cousin and forgetting that they needed to chill out as he was sleeping currently.

“Alright,” Jared’s voice broke above the commotion of multiple conversations. “As the godfather and the whole reason this child even exists, I call dibs on holding him first!” He looked to his sister, his brows high on his forehead as he waited for her answer.

“You all are going to get a turn, I don’t care who goes first. But stop saying you are the reason he exists, it’s weird… ” She waved him on before adding, “and don’t forget the sanitizer.”

Jensen lifted the car seat to the island as Jared bounced over to him. He literally was bouncing on the balls of his feet, his sister rolling her eyes as she followed behind him. The giant of a man moved delicately as he pulled the sleeping infant from the car seat. If she had thought her son looked small in her husband’s arms, it had nothing on how he looked compared to Jared. He took the newborn over to sit on the couch, all the cousin’s swarming him in no time.

“You need anything?” Jensen put his hand on her lower back to bring her attention from their family to him.

“A water?” She suggested as she looked over to him, knowing she would need it sooner rather than later. He nodded and turned to grab a water bottle for her. A soft ‘oh’ had her turning her head back towards her husband. Jensen stepped out of the way to show her their freezer full of Tupperware of different foods.

“We all made a few things for the freezer. I know Donna is staying with you for a little while, but once she is gone, you’ll thank me,” Y/n’s mother appeared next to her.

“Thanks, mom,” Once again she found herself fighting back the tears as she pulled her mother into a tight embrace. Sharon ran her hands up and down her daughter’s back as the younger woman refused to let go. Half of it was not wanting to let go, the other half was hiding her tears in the black sweater her mother wore. When she finally relented, Jensen was standing there with a tissue. He offered it to his wife who took it with a sheepish smile before he also hugged his mother-in-law.

The group in the kitchen returned to the living room where the rest of the family was, fussing over the baby. Jensen sat down in his chair near the fireplace that was angled to where the rest of the family was on or near the couch. He grabbed his wife’s wrist and pulled down along with him, situating her into his lap. The new mother fidgeted in her seat, struggling to get comfortable.

“Would you stop that?” Jensen’s voice was low in her ear as he squeezed her legs in a vain attempt to hold her still.

“I-,” She shifted again with a soft sigh before turning to whisper in his ear. “I’m very sore down there, and your legs are not the most comfortable right now.” His lips formed a thin line as he nodded. Before she could say anything else, he lifted and moved them both so she was situated in between him and the side of the chair, effectively taking the pressure off of her sensitive area.

“Better?”

“God yes,” she huffed before snuggling into his side. The couple watched content as their family traded their son around. The looks of amazement from the kids and the near tears from the adults filled her heart more than she imagined it could have ever been before. Just when she thought it was full, it somehow found room for more love and happiness.

“So, have you two decided on a name yet?” Sharon spoke up as he was passed to her. The older woman was gently bouncing on her feet, her husband peering over her shoulder.

The new parents shared a look, unsure which of them should answer the question to the information they had filled out in his birth certificate just before leaving for home. Everyone had been asking since they got the news he was officially here, though the couple didn’t have an answer as they struggled to come up with something. Jensen tilted his head to her, signaling that she should answer.

“Yes, after an agonizing two hours of staring at him and willing him to tell us what his name should be, we finally picked one,” Y/n explained, her husband chuckling next to her at the memory of her talking to him as he slept. “His name is Ezra Jay Ackles.”

There were murmured compliments and agreements that the name more than fit the little bundle of joy they had just welcomed into their family. Sharon passed Ezra on to his other grandmother, the woman giddy as she took over baby holding duty. Ezra had woken up by now, his dark eyes searching and unsure of the commotion around him, but he had yet to fuss.

“Did you go with Jay because he looks just like Jensen?” she questioned, not taking her eyes off the infant in her arms.

“Ugh don’t remind me,” Y/n huffed, her face scrunched up at her mother-in-law’s words.

“Hey, I thought you liked the way I looked,” Jensen pouted next to her, but she could see the twinkle in his eye.

“That’s not the point. It would be just my luck that I carried him for nine months, was in labor for over eighteen hours while also needing to feed him every two hours, for him to look just like his dad. Where’s the justice in that?” Y/n frowned as her family laughed at her confession.

“Welcome to my world,” Gen piped up. “All of them, little clones of their dad.” The Padalecki women all nodded in agreement to that sentiment, much to the annoyance of their husbands.

“Hey, the Padalecki genes are strong, we can’t help it,” Jared protested, making Jensen throw his head back in laughter.

“If that’s true then I guess the Ackles genes are even stronger,” the new father countered, earning a shove from his wife.

“Alright you two, put the rulers away,” her joke got the rest of the room cackling at the boys’ expense. That satisfied the woman more than she would ever admit.

Not long after the reveal of their baby’s name, the family began to pack things up and head out. It had been a busy and tiring twenty-four hours for the new little family, and their loved ones headed out to give them some peace. Once everyone was gone, Alan offered to go to the store and grab something to whip up for dinner, leaving just Donna with the new parents.

“Y/n, honey, why don’t you go lay down. I know you haven’t really slept since yesterday,” Donna piped up, noting how the woman’s eyes were getting heavy. She was curled up on the couch next to her husband who was holding their son once again. Donna was picking up the mess left by the family.

“Mmm that sounds good but he will have to feed soon, I should just stay here,” Y/n answered with a hum. She couldn’t deny, a nap sounded wonderful but everything was about Ezra and his needs now.

“Couldn’t we just give him a bottle?” Jensen asked, earning a shake of the head from both of the women in the room.

“No, if you guys are committed to breastfeeding, she’s got to get her milk supply in and the best way to do that is for him to feed. Also, there is nipple confusion,” Donna stated matter of fact with Y/n nodding along the whole time.

“Nipple confusion?” Jensen looked to his wife, confusion written all over his face. The term sounded familiar to the actor, but he couldn’t for the life of him come up with a definition.

“It means that Ezra could get confused between the bottle and the breast, and the concern is that he would prefer the bottle,” Y/n explained, her hand absentmindedly running along her son’s cheek.

Jensen nodded in understanding and shrugged, “Not if he’s my son.”

The new mother reared back in confusion. “Why?” was the only thing Y/n could say after she and Donna looked at him with equal disgust and disappointment. Jensen grimaced under their looks before she continued. “Your mother is in the room.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Mom, I don’t know why I said it,” the look of shame on his face morphed into fear as he prepared for a scolding, but that moment never came. Instead, Donna stood and walked over to where they were seated.

“Alright, give me the kid,” the older Mrs. Ackles reached out for her grandson. Jensen gave him up without question. “Both of you need to sleep. Don’t worry, I will come and get you if he gets hungry.”

“It’s best not to argue with her when she makes that face,” Jensen muttered under his breath, but not so quiet that his mother didn’t hear him. She raised her brow at him, an action that was remarkably similar to the one Jensen often emulated.

“I’ll take your word for it,” Y/n agreed, allowing her husband to help her to her feet. Jensen gave his mom a quick peck on the cheek in passing as he pulled his wife along with him to their bedroom.

Inside the curtains were still drawn from when they had left yesterday, only a small sliver of light peeking into the room from its edges. Neither of them bothered with changing, knowing it was too much work for now. Instead, Jensen just turned down the bed, allowing them to slip under the cool covers. He settled into the pillows, lifting his arm to invite her back to his side. Of course, she obliged, snuggling into his chest with one hand placed where she could feel the steady beat of his heart under her fingertips.

Jensen wrapped his arm around her, his hand resting against her arm, rubbing soft circles against her skin. He stared up at the ceiling in the semi-dark room, watching the spinning blades of their ceiling fan make countless revolutions. His mind was racing, all the emotions of the last day starting to get to him now that he had nothing else to focus on.

Y/n was silent as well, but he knew she hadn’t fallen asleep yet, her body still too tense to have fully succumbed to the exhaustion. If he wanted to ever get some shut-eye, he knew he had to get some things off his chest. He needed to let go.

“You know what this reminds me of?” There was a gruff undertone to his voice, yet it still managed to be soft as he sought to not startle his wife. She hummed in response, letting him know she was listening. “Our first night together. Well, after… everything.”

“How so?” Y/n shifted so she could have a better view of her husband who now had her full attention.

“I couldn’t sleep then either. Too much going on in my head,” Jensen took a deep breath, his eyes still on the ceiling as he continued. “I kind of have this tendency to push all my emotions to the side to deal with them another time, even if that other time never comes, but that night, I just… I couldn’t get myself to do it. As I stared down at you, sleeping against my chest with that stupid little content smile on your face, I realized that you were worth all of it, every emotion: the fear, the anxiety, and even the guilt; they were all worth feeling for you.”

The crease in her brow deepened as her husband confessed to her what he went through that night. Jensen looked down at her then, a smile on his face and tears once again pooling in his eyes. He brought up his hand to caress her cheek before continuing.

“I never believed in love at first sight, hell, I still don’t, because even through all of that fear and anxiety what I felt most of all was love, and that didn’t happen overnight. It happened in the weeks we had spent in the makeup trailer, in the way you trusted me with the things you wouldn’t even tell your brother, and in your sarcastic comebacks that never failed to surprise me. I spent weeks falling in love with you and didn’t even realize it.”

“The only thing I could do was watch you sleep, so irrevocably in love with you that I was scared if I pushed away those bad feelings… if I didn’t consider every possible thing that could wrong from that moment on, that I would lose the best thing in my life now, so that’s what I did, just watched you sleep and go over every possible scenario my mind could come up with of how us being together could go wrong. I know...” He had to stop again, needing a moment to take a shuddering breath. “I know that day when I told you we needed a break hurt you and made you question everything I ever said to you and sure we’re past it now, but I really need you to know that when I came to you that next morning and asked you to go on one date with me, I didn’t make that decision lightly. I had decided before you even tried to sneak out of the guesthouse that you were worth everything.”

“Why are you telling me this now?” After he was silent for a moment, she couldn’t bear it any longer.

“Because I… I feel so much right now that I can’t shut it out. The love I feel for you and our son right now, I want to stay in that feeling forever. Even if it means facing every fear or anxiety over making sure you both are safe and happy and thriving. I just had to let you know that you two are my whole world now and I will spend the rest of my life never letting you forget it,” Jensen confessed, allowing the tears that he had been biting back now flow freely. Deep down he knew it was what he needed, that release of every emotion before he could truly relax. Just like she also knew that the time for words was over.

“Thank you for telling me that,” she nuzzled back into his side, pressing her cheek against his chest to listen to his heart again. Y/n knew it wasn’t easy for her husband to admit all of that to her. Those true moments where he exposed himself fully to her were rare. Not that she minded, Y/n didn’t need him to cut out his heart and serve it on a silver platter. Her husband was a man of action. He showed her all she needed to know in every first cup of coffee he brings her in the mornings or running her a bath when she needs time alone. Marriage is as much about the little things as it is about any grand declaration. If you asked Y/n, she would take the soft smiles and lingering touches over a grand speech any day, but this was nice too.

Part 12: Home

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Hi! Can I request something with the xmen x a plus size reader? Maybe Alex Summers or Hank McCoy x plus size oneshot shot or headcanons (up to you which character). Idk, something fluffy. Thanks!

Hey love! I’d be more than happy to:)

Before you guys read this little blurb I just want you all to know that beauty doesn’t come in ‘one size fits all’. Everyone is beautiful in there own ways, no matter their skin color, sexuality, size or religion. Each one of you beautiful babies deserve nothing less then love, respect and patience! Love you all tremendously (p.s sorry the ending is a little rushed.)

-Bre’Asia

Hank McCoy x plussized!reader (Alex Summers x platonic!reader)

(please note that there is bullying in this imagine, only a little but still. It might be triggering.)

You walked through the halls of the academy, shuffling through one of your old books to find the page you were previously on. It was cooler out today and thankfully Professor Xavier had opened the windows of the academy, allowing the cool breeze to filter in. You breathed deeply as a small smile crept onto your face. You loved this time of year, the weather was beautiful and the trees began to change colors.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you rammed into someone. You let out a huff as your book fell to the floor with a ‘thud’. “Jesus Y/N! Watch where you’re going, you’re too big to be bulldozing people.” A boy a couple years older than you laughed.

You sucked in a breath and held it, his words caused your chest to tighten slightly. “I’m sorry.” You said in a small voice. The boy laughed loudly as his friend giggled and chuckled beside him.

“No! No! I’m sorry. How rude of me, you must be starving after all that exercise to get your book off the floor, here.” He trailed off and reached into his bag, pulling out a banana out of his bag. He held it to you.”What? Is it not fattening enough you?” Another round of laughter.

Tears began to sting at the brim of your eyes as you turned to leave. “Aww look, she’s off to go stuff her face as usual! I bet she-”

“That’s quite enough out of you Ree.” Alex’s voice swarmed through the air, causing your shoulders to relax. You breathed out a hard breath and fought back a smile.

“What are you gonna do Alex? Laser me to death?” The boy snorted.

A hand wrapped warmly around your forearm and turned you, your eyes coming off of the boy. You looked up at Hank, his warm eyes pulling you in. “Are you alright?” He asked softly, he took note of your teary eyes. You nodded, turning back around when you heard a low groan.

Ree was on the floor, one hand clutching his busted lip, the other clutching his stomach as a string of groan and curses left his lips. “Unlike you Ree, I don’t need my mutations to kick your ass. Now lay off, or next time I will laser your ass till it’s burnt off completely.” Alex seethed.

“Are you threatening him?” One of the boy’s friends asked as he glared at Alex.

“I am.” Alex spun on his heel and took grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers before practically dragging you upstairs and to his room.

You sat on Alex,s bed in between Hank and Alex. “Are you alright?” Hank was the first to break the silence. You haven’t spoken to them really, they always seemed to be too busy, running around and slipping in and out of professor Xavier’s office. Hank especially seemed to be avoiding you more than ever. The two of you used to be two peas in a pod. Sharing secrets in dark rooms and stealing soft touches here and there.

“I’m alright.” You offered them a small smile.

Alex and Hank shared a quick glance. “You know you’re beautiful right?” Hank said softly. You swallowed thickly, looking down at your shoes.

“Those boys are wrong.” Alex grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re no less attractive than those girls on the cover of magazines, you don’t have to be slim or petite to be beautiful. You know that right?” Alex looked at you.

“If you wouldn’t mind Alex, could I have a word with her alone?” Hank smiled.

Alex offered one of his famous smirks and stood to his full height. “Even though this is my room,I suppose I can.” He teased before exiting the room and closing the door on his way out.

Hank turned towards you,”Y/N.. I know we’ve hardly spoke, but um..” Hank tugged at his collar, as if he were trying to breathe. “You are beautiful. When you read and your eyes get those small wrinkles, you’re beautiful. When you throw your head back and laugh, it’s magical. Like the world is allowing me to suck up the sound and store it somewhere deep inside me. You’re kind, compassionate. Your eyes seem to melt into a beautiful world of strength and light. You’re perfect.” Hank spewed out, stuttering and stumbling over his words here and there.

You stared at hank, confusion and anger evident in your facial features.

That night, Hank explained everything, from the secret missions with Charles to his feelings for you. Hank had loved you, every inch, every curve, everything. And he vowed to show you how beautiful you were, no matter the cost.

#xmen #xmen imagines #xmen imagine #Charles Xavier #hank mccoy #hank mccoy x reader #hank mccoy imagine #alex summers #alex summers imagine #alex summers x reader #charles x reader #charles xavier x reader #charles xavier imagine #peter maximoff #peter maximoff imagine

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It’s Only Fair (Alex Summers X Reader)

Fandom: Marvel/X-Men

Requested: For @impala-1979’s 1k+ follower writing challenge.

Warnings: I use military time. So that is the time I wrote, but I will have normal times too.

W.C. 1016

Summary: Alex and the reader decide to go to the fair on their day off.

My requests are OPEN

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Today was my one year anniversary of being in Charles Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. Before Charles and Erik helped me control my mutation, which was a level 5 they said, I couldn't leave the house in fear of hurting someone. My mutation allowed me to steal power from practically anything and throw it at enemies as baseball-sized spheres of electricity that could kill anyone. I didn’t know how to control it, so I would get mad at someone and a PowerBall, as Charles named it, would fly out. More often than not, it killed them. Because of this, I gained the name of Power Hoard.

It got so bad that I was moved into an isolation room. The only time I was let out of the room was seldom; I was only allowed out when I had a visitor or once every two months for one hour. I was in that isolation center for nearly two years, and in that time, I had met Alex Summers. He was also dangerous, so he was put there for his safety.

The day I met Charles and Erik, They told me I could use my mutation for good. I told them of my reputation, and they said I would get a new name. They said if I went with them, they would change my reputation and the name Power Hoard would change to Energizer. I was hesitant to leave Alex and scared to hurt anyone. They reassured me that they would train me to control my mutation, so I left with them. After I collected your minimal belongings, they told me to wait at the front desk before walking towards the boys’ isolation rooms. Somewhere inside me hoped it would be Alex they were getting, but I didn’t want to be disappointed if it wasn’t Alex. When I saw them walking over to me with Alex, I couldn’t stop the smile growing on my face.

“(Y/N), this is-”

“Alex!” I cut off Erik as I ran into Alex’s arms.

“Didn’t think you’d leave without me, did you?” His smirk prominent over his features

“Never.”

Now, sitting under the large tree by the lake with Alex, Hank, Sean, and Raven. This was the first day we had off since meeting each other. Alex was sitting behind me, holding me against his chest. We made it official almost immediately after the fight against Shaw when Charles became paralyzed. The rest were teasing each other, and at one point, Sean got pushed into the lake by Raven.

“So, how would you like to spend this day off, baby?” Alex whispered as he laid his head on my shoulder to look up at me.

“I heard that there’s a fair. We could go be actual teenagers and not some mutant superhumans for once. How about that?”

“I don’t know. I thought we should stay here in case Charles needs us, y’know?”

“Please, please, please, Alex. I love fairs. It’s only fair that we go to the fair on our day off. Plus, when is the next time we’ll have off? May not be for a while. Do you want to say that you spent your one off day in a year at the school waiting on Charles?”

“You’ve got a point there, baby. Also, why is it that whenever you beg for something I always give in?”

“Because you’re in too deep, Summers,” Raven laughed while the others chimed in.

“GO ahead. I told you that it’s your day off. I expected you to be out in the city by now,” Charles said from behind us in his wheelchair. “Just remember you have training tomorrow at 0800 (8 am), so don’t be out too late.”

“Okay, you. Me. Fair. Let’s go, Summers. Thanks, Charles!” I said while pointing at Alex and standing before pulling Alex towards the car I inherited from my parents after their passing a few months ago a white 1967 Chevy Impala. “I’m driving.”

After driving and blasting music for a little over an hour, we arrived at the fair, and the first thing I wanted to do was ride a roller coaster. Alex and I got out, and he immediately put his arm around my waist as we walked to the booth to get wristbands. Once we got in, I moved his arm from my waist to hold his hand before racing to the roller coaster. He laughed at my antics but agreed to go on with me.

After the ride concluded, we got off, and Alex wanted to play the milk bottles. He ended up winning a large stuffed animal and giving it to me.

“Thank you for donating your replacement.”

“I’ll give it to Hank if it’s going to replace me.”

“Eh, I think I’ll keep you. You’re warmer.”

“Ah, I feel so loved,” he replied sarcastically.

It was beginning to get dark after we went through the mirror maze, funhouse, mini coasters, apples and played through all of the games. I could tell that Alex was going to suggest we leave, but I started to pull him and our collection of prizes towards the gigantic Ferris wheel. The line was relatively short as it was nearly 2200 (10 pm), so we got on immediately.

“Ready to head out after this? We still have training.” As we started going up, he placed his arm over my shoulder.

“Yeah, but just enjoy this with me before we go back to mutant superhumans. I want to be a teenager a little longer.” I leaned into him and wrapped my arms around his torso before looking out at the lights of the city.

“How about we talk to Charles tomorrow and ask for one night off a week? Date nights sound like the best solution.” He laid his head on top of mine.

“I’d love that, Alex.” I looked up and smiled at my blonde boyfriend. When we got to the top, it stopped, but neither of us paid any mind to it.

“May I kiss you, (Y/N) “Energizer” (Y/L/N)?”

“Of course, Alexander “Havok” Summers.”

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#alex summers #alex summers x reader #alex summers x you #alex x reader #x men first class #xmen #x men x reader #impala's1kwritingchallenge #bad268

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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Sunshine and Flowers

Logan Howlett x plus size reader

Logan has had a great many loves in his long life and he’s over it. He doesn’t want to lose anyone else yet somehow, the annoying and very much younger art teacher at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, wormed her way into his heart.

Warnings: grumpy and sunshine, jealousy, Logan is a dick but we been knew, reader is kind of oblivious and touch starved, age-gap (reader is mid 20s and Logan is old as shit), Logan POV, bit of a slow burn, reader and Logan are Keely and Roy coded

WC: 3.8k

Minors DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

“Yo Logan!” The seemingly ever present pounding in the older mutant’s temples suddenly got worse, the band around his forehead tightening as the young woman cheerfully skipped up to him without a care in the world. Her arm looped through his own, tucking herself into his side, like she always did.

“What d’ya want?” He grumbled. It was easier to just ask her outright than stay silent and her chatter away at him for an hour before she finally got to her point. Y/N beamed up at him, her e/c eyes sparkling. “Wellllll… I was wondering if you wanted to come with me on a little field trip with the kids! I was thinking of bringing them to the MET, you know because art.” She waved her right hand around as if to emphasise her point.

“No.” Logan said firmly.

“Aw please! Please Logan! Please! Please! Please!” He could practically feel his blood pressure rising as Y/N pleaded with him, pulling on his arm, acting like a complete child. Dear god, what had he done to deserve this?

With the huge throngs of students constantly being enrolled in the school, Charles had come up with the bright idea to introduce an art program to the children as a way of “expressing their creativity”. But what that actually meant was hiring a new teacher specifically for this class since no adult in the school had even an ounce of artistic talent.

And so six months ago, Y/N Y/L/N, a recent college graduate, strolled into the mansion and never left. Her gift to generate small stars gave her the remarkable ability to light her classroom in any way she wished, allowing her students the perfect lighting to create absolute masterpieces. And like her gift, she herself was a big ball of endless energy that constantly bounced around, latching onto whoever she came across, and more often than not, that person was Logan.

For some inexplicable reason, she gravitated to him, always seeking his approval, trying to get him to engage in activities with their students, among many many other things that made the older man truly resent when the final bell of the school day rang and she would float into his classroom, ranting about something or another. The only way he could get her to stop was by distracting her, usually by shoving her in the general direction of her best friend, Alex Summers.

But Havok was on a road trip with Sean and Peter for the next month, so he had been abandoned. Logan sighed as her grating voice made his sensitive ears ring, and the overpowering smell of her flowery perfume was a downright assault on his senses. “Logan, come on! It’ll be soooooo much fun! I’ll even buy you lunch after!”

While the temptation of free food was great, Logan knew it wouldn’t be worth spending the entire day with Y/N glued to his side, forcing him to do whatever she wanted. Taking a deep breath, prepared to let her down as gently as he could, given that his patience was hanging on by a thread, he would probably be more rude than he wanted to be, when he paused, really taking in the young woman.

“Is that my shirt?” He drawled, his dark eyes flicking over her plump body. She was wearing one of her typical outfits, white converse splashed with paint, shorts that very well could be called Daisy dukes, they were that short, with little flowers embroidered on them. Her chubby thighs almost entirely on view with one of his favourite red plaids on top of a black tank top instead of her usual blouse, making her sizeable cleavage pop. Y/N looked away bashfully.

“Yeah, I um found it in the movie room and it looked so warm so I took it and it’s super comfy like seriously how do you get your shirts so soft it’s really weird but they always smell like cigars so I guess that’s the downside. That’s not to say you smell bad! I’m just saying that it’s like your trademark-“

There she went again. “It’s fine kid, just wash it before you give it back.”

“What about the MET!” She called after him.

“Maybe.” He grumbled and with that he walked away, be-lining for the kitchen where he stashed his Vodka, losing her in the sea of students just getting out of class.

“Now, for today’s class, we’re going to go over some art history!” A collective groan resonated through the room but Y/N’s bright smile never faltered, it actually got bigger as she looked over her small group of students sitting around the art-filled room. “I know, I know but this stuff is important! Art plays such a big role in human evolution. Actually, the argument can be made that our ability to create art is what truly sets us apart from other animal species-“

There was no denying that Miss Y/L/N’s class was a favourite among the young mutants. Her rants not only served to brighten up their day but they also prevented her from giving out any actual work. It especially helped when most of them came from Logan’s class the period before. He was quite well known to be, well there’s no delicate way to put this, a hard ass.

So when, during this spring afternoon, with just a month left before summer break, Logan strode into the art class, his heavy boots thundering loudly against the hardwood floors, everyone was shocked. Y/N was pacing the room now, well and truly absorbed in her own thoughts, which became an impassioned speech as soon as the words formed in her mind. Logan cleared his throat as he leaned against the door jam, his jaw cleaned tightly when she didn’t answer or look at him.

The collection of children were now starting to get nervous as the seconds ticked by, Logan’s eyes getting steadily darker with anger, the muscle in his lower jaw working over under his mutton chops. They could all see his famous tempter growing and none of them wanted to be on the receiving end. “Um Miss?” A young girl spoke up, trying to break her train of thought. But nope, that couldn’t stop her.

Logan was getting fed up now. How in the hell did these kids even learn anything with the way she was carrying on? “Kid.” He growled, immediately making the entire class freeze, including the young teacher.

“Oh Logan! Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” She laughed nervously, pulling on the edge of her sheer pink sleeve. He noted she was wearing a dress today, it was frilly and absolutely drowning in flower print, with translucent sleeves that went all the way down to her wrists.

“Right, Wheels needs us in his office. Now.” He pressed as she opened her mouth to point out she was in the middle of a lecture. Y/N nodded then addressed the class. “All right, students. I guess you’re getting out early today. No homework!” She was quick to jog out of the room before the kids were able to leave their seats, effectively avoiding the clambering mass of them trying to practically sprint out.

Her smaller hand easily slipped into Logan’s bigger one, intertwining their fingers as her left hand came up to rest on his exposed forearm. He felt the cool of her metal rings against his skin. Unconsciously, he noted that he had never seen her wear any kind of jewellery before. “Did Charles say what he wanted?” Her eyes caught his brown ones, falling into step with the older mutant through the quiet halls. Logan just shrugged, fishing a half used cigar from his breast pocket and sticking the thoroughly chewed end in his mouth, a sharp canine slicing into it.

“Hmm.” She hummed, her gaze shifting down to her feet, trusting Logan to guide them to the headmaster’s office. “Do you think it’s a mission?”

“He doesn’t send you on missions.” Logan said firmly.

“Yeah I know but it could be! Stranger things have happened.”

“Like what?” He humoured her.

“How about Peter actually scoring a date~” She teased, making the Wolverine’s lip turn up briefly in a smile then dropped again into a frown before she could see.

“You do have a point.” He conceded. They rounded the last corner and came to a stop outside the solid door of Charles’ office. Logan went to knock, a muffled ‘please come in’ sounded before his permanently bruised knuckles could meet the stained wood.

Charles sat behind his grand desk, glasses perched on the end of his nose as he looked over a mountain of paperwork that gave Y/N a headache just from looking at it. She pulled her hand from Logan’s and bounced over to one of the two chairs in front of the headmaster, immediately making herself comfortable.

Clasping her hands on her lap with her back up straight, Y/N focused on the older mutant as he took off his reading glasses and laid them on what looked to be his grade book. Logan himself leaned against the doorjamb, much like he did in the young woman’s classroom, crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest.

Charles sighed deeply as he looked at his teachers. “There really is no way to say this delicately so I suppose I’ll just say it: Erik’s come home.” Logan’s entire body seized with an emotion akin to fear.

“Fuck.” He snarled. But Y/N had an entirely different reaction. Her face visibly lit up but not with excitement but instead with the joy of someone who didn’t have to lie anymore. Charles raised an eyebrow at the young woman, prompting her to explain herself.

“He slept in my room last night, there was no other free space.” She said casually as if she hadn’t just dropped the bomb that she spent the night with a dangerous mutant who hadn’t hesitated to kill before. “Don’t worry! I was being safe. He slept on my couch.”

“Like that makes this whole thing any better.” Logan muttered under his breath but only Charles heard him. The telepath gave him a strange but knowing look before turning back to the young art teacher.

Her smile wavered only for a moment before returning with full force. “He was super nice to me! He even picked out my jewellery today.” She flashed her hands towards the headmaster, showing off the various silver rings that adorned her fingers. Logan huffed at her naivety but Charles had an entirely different reaction. He took her hands into his own, delicately tracing the metal with a soft touch.

“Erik did a good job, they look wonderful. But Y/N, I still want you to be wary. Erik can be very volatile and unpredictable and his abilities far outmatch your own. Just be careful.” She gave a firm nod. “Although, I believe you could do him some kind of good to be around someone who finds him tolerable.” Charles gave a not so subtle glance toward the Wolverine who scoffed and rolled his eyes.

An awkward and tense silence fell over the trio. Y/N cleared her throat, tugging on the hem of her dress which lay only an inch above her knees. “Is that all you wanted to tell us?”

“Well, I do need to speak to you about this art trip you have planned. Logan, you’re welcome to stay, you might find this information useful.”

“Fuck no, I have better things to do with my time.” He regretted the words as soon as they left his lips. She visibly flinched at his words and her smile became so fake it made him ache. Charles’s own expression fell as he sat back in his high-back chair.

“Then if you’ll please excuse us, we have some things to discuss.” He said sternly, quite obviously not pleased with Logan’s rudeness. “Close the door on your way out.”

As the door swung shut behind him, Logan caught the smallest whimper escaping her lips and the muffled words of his old friend consoling her.

The manor was almost dead silent as Logan emerged from the cave that was his room. There were no sounds of footsteps (save for his own), or screaming or chatter, there wasn’t even the ever present clatter of utensils from the kitchen.

Curiously, he wandered through the empty halls, occasionally glancing into the empty rooms he passed. Just as his dark brows began to furrow with concern, Ororo turned the corner, nose buried in a book. “Hey Storm.” Her dark eyes met his own.

“Logan?” She replied with a curious head tilt before returning to her book. Logan huffed through his nose.

“Where is everyone?” She gave him a strange look and glanced over her shoulder as if the answer to his question was just behind her. The young mutant snapped her book shut.

“At the MET? You know the big field trip that Y/N organised. I thought you were going with them. She has been talking about it for weeks.” Logan’s frown deepened. That was today? Storm seemed to pause as she took in his stormy expression. “Oh, I guess you forgot. No wonder she was so upset when they left. I guess it’s a good thing Erik went with her then.”

Just then, noise exploded through the halls once more as dozens of feet stomped on the expensive hardwood. Ororo sighed heavily through her nose, upset at not being able to have a little more quiet to finish off her chapter. But Logan remained frozen in place, his veins filled with icy terror. “Repeat that last part?”

She glanced at him with a devastating side eye. “Evidently, Erik saw how upset she was this morning when you didn’t get on the bus so he decided to go with her to take care of the kids.” She shrugged and tucked the leather-bound volume under her arm. “She looked like she was going to cry before he stepped up.”

Poison curled in his gut but he quickly stamped it down. Just then, kids and teens stampeded around the corner, hyped up on what Logan guessed to be sugar and excitement. And right smack dab in the middle was Magneto, his head thrown back in laughter, the corded muscles in his neck and shoulders rippling with the movement. His right arm was bent allowing for the soft hand of the younger woman to rest on his forearm. Y/N was smiling shyly at him, not used to the undivided attention he was giving her.

As they passed him, Logan caught her eye. She barely even gave him a glance but he saw the sadness deep within those e/cs and he knew it was because of him. She quickly looked away, drawing her gaze back to the dangerous mutant who was speaking once more, his laughter fading. But Logan couldn’t hear what he was saying over the roaring in his ears.

He watched them until they disappeared into one of the many living rooms of the manor. “At least he got her smiling again.” He barely registered Ororo’s words before she too left him.

This went on for weeks. It seemed that everywhere he turned, Logan would see the unlikely pair together. Whether that be baking in the middle of the night, reading quietly in the library, working on lesson plans, he even saw them training together!

He watched them from afar as they grew closer and her pull away from himself until one day he was walking out of his classroom after a long day. “Wait up!” Unconsciously, Logan slowed his pace , a smile crawling upon his face. He expected the familiar weight of her touch against his arm, the smell of her floral perfume and the bright sound of her laughter but when a blur raced by him, his heart dropped.

Y/N flung herself at Erik who was just a few paces in front of him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug too tight to be just friendly. He caught her easily, his arms winding around her thick waist and tugged her closer.

Logan forced himself to turn away, missing the sad look she cast him, heartbreak clear in her eyes.

The end-of-school party was alive with laughter and music. Lights floated over the small dance floor that had been assembled in the gardens. Professors mingled on the wooden stage, swaying to the smooth acoustic guitar Kurt was strumming. But Logan’s attention was trapped on the centre of the crowd where a small circle of space had been formed and trying as hard as he might, he couldn’t look away.

Y/N twirled in time with the music, her eyes shut as she let it wash over her. Her skin glowed in the golden sunset, the sweat along her brow sparkled like glitter as she moved. Pale green tulle embroidered with dozens of sunflowers floated around her, her dress fluttering in the light breeze. She was absolutely breath-taking. No weight rested on her shoulders nor anxiety in her face. She was serene, she was like a goddess in human form, dancing and delighting with mere mortals.

How badly he wanted to stride across the gardens and take her into his arms, to feel her curves beneath his palms as they moved together. Logan shook himself from those thoughts and took another sip of whiskey. The alcohol burned as it slid down his throat but that was nothing compared to the burning rage in his stomach as another man approached her.

Erik, dressed in a matching dark green suit, caught her mid-twirl, his left hand holding her hips in place as he captured her left hand in his right. She fell easily into step with him, her once fluid movements becoming a slow waltz.

Logan was so consumed in his anger that he hadn’t noticed another person walking to his side until they were right next to him.

“Why are you so worked up about this? You’ve made it very clear that you can barely even tolerate her.” Logan’s scowl deepened, his eyes growing even darker with rage as Hank spoke to him. “I mean even I’ve heard about the things you’ve said to her and I barely leave the lab.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Beast.” He didn’t bother to hide the way he was glaring at the pair. Almost as if in slow motion, Erik pressed his lips to her ear, speaking in a whisper so quiet, even Logan’s powerful hearing couldn’t pick it up. She pulled away from him for just a moment and hope bloomed in his chest. But it quickly died as she nodded in response.

Erik took her hand, their fingers intertwining as he led her away. Logan slammed his now empty glass down on the temporary bar behind him and stormed off towards the couple. The music faded away as he ran.

Her laugh carried on the breeze, the skirt of her dress fluttering behind her. Logan ran faster, now regretting the tight suit pants and button-up he donned for the evening as they got steadily further and further away.

Without thinking, he made a sharp left, launching himself over the perfectly pruned flower beds Charles loved so much and tore through the gardens. Then suddenly, she was within sight. One heeled foot was over the threshold but he still had a chance.

With a final burst of speed he grabbed Y/N’s wrist before she could enter the manor, forcing her to let go of the other man. “Don’t go with him. Please.”

“Logan, what are you doing?”

“I can’t let you go with him. Y/N, I-“ He swallowed harshly, his grip tightening ever-so-slightly. Y/N looked over her shoulder to the other mutant only to find him gone. “Fuck why can’t I just say it.”

Her body was fully turned to him now. “Say what?”

Taking in a deep breath, he looked into her eyes. “I love you.” The slap came out of nowhere, knocking the breath from his lungs. Y/N’s jaw was dropped in shock as if she didn’t see it coming either even though it was her hand that now burned with the sting of meeting his unshaven cheek.

“Let me go, who-who put you up to this?” She attempted to pull away from his hold but he wouldn’t let her go.

“Y/N-“ He started but was quickly interrupted when she spoke again, tears spilling down her full cheeks and voice wavering.

“No. You can’t feel that towards me, you barely even like me. You’ve made that very clear over the past couple weeks, no the past year! You brush me off! You make me feel like an idiot! You ignored my blatantly obvious feelings for months and now you say something?!”

“You feel the same?” He asked in disbelief.

“Of course I do! That’s why I asked you to go to the MET with me. I was gonna bring you to the American wing where all the native art was because I know you love it so much and then I was going to tell you. But then you were just so awful to me when Erik got here and you forgot about the trip!” Once again, she tried to break his grip but Logan instead tugged her back and right into his broad chest.

With a massive paw, he cupped her soft jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Can you just let me explain?” Her bottom lip popped out in a pout but she didn’t object. “I have lost so much, too much. Every woman I have ever loved has died because I loved them. And you, you are so young and so beautiful and way too kind for your own good. I love you more than anyone else and I guess that scared me. I pushed you away. But I can’t do it anymore, I can’t watch you fall for someone else.”

“Goddamnit.” She growled before her arms shot out and wrapped around the back of his neck so she could yank his face down to her level, and then she kissed him.

Stars burst around them like little fireworks as he pulled her closer by the small of her back. Her hands travelled from his neck downwards so her fingers could curl into his shirt like she was terrified that this was all just some dream.

“You do anything even remotely close to that whole fiasco again and I will let Erik do whatever he wants to you.” She murmured against his lips.

“Just kiss me again, sunshine.” And she did.

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Oroku Saki’s hellish journey continues. As his twisted path leads him deeper through the underworld, will he be able to survive an onslaught of demonic forces? Or, more importantly-the truth revealed about his own soul?! Fan-favorite artist Mateus Santolouco returns to the world of TMNT! The most infamous villain in the TMNT universe gets his own mini-series!

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Warbler Revealed (Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson) [17 May 2017]

Seasons of Love (Artie Abrams x Reader) [01 December 2017]

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Nightmares (Bucky Barnes x Reader) [06 November 2016]

Healing the Warrior (Bucky Barnes x Reader) [31 January 2017]

Titanic Tuition (Tony Stark, Intern!Reader) [09 February 2017]

Arrangements Part One (T’Challa x POC Reader) [23 February 2017]

Arrangements Part Two (T’Challa x POC Reader) [14 February 2018]

The Red Dress (Sam Wilson x Reader) [25 April 2017]

Six Weeks (Steve Rogers x Reader) [22 May 2017]

Going With Ego (Peter Quill) [30 May 2017]

Long Day (Bucky Barnes x Reader) [22 June 2017]

It’s Really You (Wade Wilson, Sister Reader, Francis Freeman/Ajax, Angel) [27 November 2017]

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I’m Still Here (Captain Hook/Killian Jones x Reader) [18 December 2017]

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To Date or Not To Date (Jughead Jones x Reader) [04 December 2017]

Lost Hero (Jason Blossom, Reggie Mantle) [26 December 2017]

A Series Of Unfortunate Events

No Harm Done (Klaus Baudelaire x Reader) [17 March 2017]

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The Unfaithful and the Betrayed (General Hux x Reader) [24 January 2017]

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Christmas Time, Tinsel Time (Lucifer x Reader) [26 December 2016]

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Uninvited Calling (Dean Winchester x POC Reader) [16 February 2017]

Thanks for Nothing (Dean Winchester x Reader) [19 June 2017]

Little Kisses (Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean, Castiel) [08 August 2017]

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Ramblings: Karlsson, Strome, Maroon, Ennis, a Sharks prospect and more (July 9)

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I always stress to fantasy owners – never hold onto a prospect you hope will be as good as Player X, if you can actually use him to get Player X. This applies to the real-world case of Erik Karlsson. Dallas should give up Miro Heiskanen, simple as that. If Karlsson signs an extension, then voila – you have your defenseman who could be as good as Erik Karlsson signed for the next eight years. And his name is Erik Karlsson. And don’t tell me how he’ll lose a step in four years or has lost a step now – this guy is the Crosby of defenseman and he has not lost a step now, and won’t in four years. Nicklas Lidstrom had 70 points when he was 36 and so could Karlsson. He’s that good. Generational. Hold onto Heiskanen and miss out on Karlsson? Don’t be stupid.

Speaking of stupid, Ottawa GM Pierre Dorion can redeem himself here by either re-signing Karlsson (obviously not going to happen, but one can dream?) or getting a huge and satisfying return on him in a trade. And to do that, he needs to let this thing drag out for at least a month. There’s literally no rush here, play one team off the other. Rinse, repeat.

Scott Maran’s hard line on Ryan Strome yesterday (here) generated a ton of discussion. I’m still tempted to put him on my fantasy roster, acquiring him at a low price…but I haven’t put out feelers yet so clearly I’m not very confident in him. It’s that “what if he plays with McDavid” intrigue that I (and many of you) often fall victim. It’s a lottery ticket. I think we all know who the favorites are and we all have hunches as to who will likely get first dibs there. Ryan Nugent-Hopkins and Jesse Puljujarvi are my two guesses, with Ty Rattie and Kailer Yamamoto as the runners up, but I wouldn’t discount Drake Caggiula, Pontus Aberg or Strome either. Likely scenario? Everyone gets a few games on the McDavid line, resulting in mediocre totals for everyone and lots of waiver-wire scrambling throughout the season as players get hot and cold. Just like always.

Long shots – Cooper Marody and Tobias Rieder.

The San Jose Sharks signed Vladislav Kotkov to a three-year entry-level contract. Kotkov was ranked 75th in our Fantasy Prospects Report for the 2018 NHL Draft…and then he wasn’t drafted. The Sharks may have gotten a steal there. Here is what Peter Harling wrote about him in the FPR:

The big 6-3 Russian winger made his North American debut after being selected 32nd overall in the 2017 CHL Import Draft. In his rookie season he produced 21 goals and 49 points but slowed down as the season wore on which is a red flag for scouts. Kotkov is a versatile and well-rounded player, he has size, a good first step, has skill, and can play in all situations. While he is a well-rounded player that is good all over, he does not really excel in any one area.

He also compared him a little to Alex Radulov in terms of upside. When players like Kotkov slip through the draft and can just be signed by NHL teams, I’d be trading my fifth/sixth/seventh round picks for assets all the time. What’s the point in keeping them? If I could swap my fifth and sixth rounder and get a fourth in return, I’d do that for sure! Especially if I could just turn around and sign a couple of Top 100 ranked prospects who fell through the draft (there were several of them this year).

The Sharks were always this team that lacked prospect depth, but hit home runs with one of them every year or two. Doing the FPR for 12 years I have observed this. But now they actually do have a handful of promising guys who could make a mark within three years.

It’s looking like Patrick Maroon will sign with the Blues, although right now the official party line is that things are still not settled yet and the Blues have a good chance. Maroon is from St. Louis, which is why he would bother to sign with a team that is already so deep. The Blues this summer are getting pretty powerful – if Jake Allen ever decides to suddenly see his potential, then this team becomes elite.

If and when Maroon signs, I will break it down for you in terms of fantasy implications.

Here is an interesting interview with the agent for Artemi Panarin (may be behind a paywall). Of note: “he loves the team, he loves the coach. It’s not the team or the way they treat him. It’s about, does he want to spend the next eight years in Columbus? That’s the only thing at stake right now. If it was a two-year deal we probably would have done it. But it isn’t a two-year deal. It’s gonna have to be an extended, seven- or eight-year deal put in place.”

Everyone loves the Tyler Ennis signing for Toronto. And what’s not to love? He has some upside and there’s virtually no risk. A very small contract that could be buried in the minors, plus a one-year deal that doesn’t handcuff them, and he cost them no assets. And I’ve always liked Ennis, as you probably know. But what’s the point? He’s not going to get a shot. Fourth line? Why? Ennis was a potential star who was derailed by injuries which stunted his development as well as probably hurt his actual skill level. Any upside that he has left can only be seen on a scoring line. Put him on the fourth line and you may as well put him in the press box. And for him to be on a scoring line, two of: William Nylander, Auston Matthews, John Tavares, Mitch Marner, Zach Hyman need to be hurt. And they need to be hurt for an extended period of time because even if Ennis clicked on one of the big lines he would just lose his spot as soon as the regular player returned from injury. This won’t happen, so I ask again – what’s the point? In fact, this could even hurt the team more than help, as it will almost certainly mean that Josh Leivo spends another year in the press box and Andreas Johnsson’s ice time gets cut or downright eliminated. Does that help his development? Does it help the team win? I sincerely hope it works out for Ennis – as I said, I like him – but I just don’t see it. And besides all that, I think Minnesota gave him some good linemates and decent ice time last year, especially early on. Nothing came of it.

Quick thoughts on Anthony Duclair – I don’t think he can bounce back and I don’t have any faith in him as a fantasy asset. Columbus is a good fit, for what it’s worth. But if I owned him I’d still be dropping him.

Beau Bennett has signed to play in the KHL for Dinamo Minsk. The 26-year-old at one point was the Daniel Sprong of Pittsburgh prospects – sure to make the team, certain to be a scoring-line winger, and in high demand in fantasy hockey leagues. But one injury after another killed his development. The guy couldn’t tie his skates without suffering an injury that sidelined him for two months. Three years of that later and he was no longer the same player.

The Ducks made a great depth signing the other day in Andrej Sustr. He’s their No.7 defenseman and I think that’s great, although it does push Jacob Larsson back to the minors to start the campaign. Anaheim’s D: Cam Fowler, Hampus Lindholm, Josh Manson, Marcus Pettersson, Luke Schenn and now Sustr. This also knocks Korbinian Holzer off the roster and pushes Andy Welinski back to the minors too.

I spent the weekend in Montreal and on Friday I had some drinks in Boucherville with Mario Prata, who was one of the founders of The Forecaster and who now runs my marketing and other special projects. I had also invited any readers out who were in the area and it was nice to meet one long-time reader who came out. It was a fun evening and I always enjoy getting to know the readers, especially the long-time ones with names that I recognize and can now put a face to.

Later in the night this reader confided that his wife passed away from cancer a couple of weeks ago and it was quite obviously shocking to hear. I won’t mention his name, because it’s deeply personal and I don’t want to overstep. But it was really great talking to you, thank you for coming out, you are a stronger man than I – and cancer really does suck.

If you are able to give to Pancreatic Cancer Canada, as a small gesture to a fellow fantasy hockey comrade, here is a link. I am lucky – my cancer (leukemia) is curable and I’m on the right track. But there are some cancers that are still in need of a cure. This is one. And it moves quickly, completely destroying lives and families in its wake.

See you next Monday

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