(Gender Neutral) PART 2 of the Big Titty Shit Shenanigans
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so many of u asked for pt2 so here it is!! also i just hit 300 followers wtf? TYSM
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do u ever wonder where the fanon thing of keith bein shorter than lance came from b/c they're the exact same height in the show but everybody draws keith like 2...4 inches shorter.... it's so good.
welp they’re not actually exactly the same height in the show,, lance is legit a tiny bit taller
a v tiny bit lmao
but god i love when ppl rlly play up on it, their size difference is so damn cute n i think the fandom just lov n appreciate how adorable shorter-than-lance keith is, so we get all this glorious art w a mayb slightly exaggerated but wonderful size diff and i’d like 2 thank the world for it
If you must wait, wait for them here in my arms as I shake
For three years you waited.
1,095 days you spent waiting for Alex to return home from the war. You didn’t know the exact day he was coming home, just an estimation, so as you sat there, in one of his old sweaters, with a cup of tea and a book you had read a thousand times before, you weren’t expecting a knock to sound at the door - let alone who was on the other side of it.
Your furrowed your eyebrows, setting your book and mug down, walking towards the door. You unlocked the locks and swung the door open, revealing the face you hadn’t seen in person in over three years.
Your eyes immediately filled with tears as you launched yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly, pulling him as close as possible. Your tears soaked into the olive colored fabric, causing small dark spots.
His arms wound around your waist, holding you tightly. And you knew, if he could, he would never let you go. He picked you up slightly, your toes barely brushing against the floor, and lowered his head into the crook of your neck, finally letting the tears he had been holding in out. And once he did it was like a dam broke, one that he feared he may never be able to close and he was oddly okay with that.
You felt his tears drip off his chin onto your shoulder, as you held onto him like the only tether to life itself.
It was then, in that moment of pure relief and serenity, you knew that those months of waiting were worth it - he was worth it.
If you must weep, do it right here in my bed as I sleep
You shot up, body trembling and tears dripping off your chin. Your voice came out in ragged gasps as you tried to catch it. You reached a hand out to the side of the bed, feeling for Alex’s sleeping form, but finding his side empty.
Your eyes widened in panic and you quickly shuffled out of bed, headed for the kitchen. You walked out of your bedroom, to see the kitchen light on. You sighed in relief, knowing your dream had been just that and followed the light into the kitchen.
You padded in softly, Alex’s shirt from a few hours before brushing against your thighs. You saw Alex, clad in a pair of gray sweatpants, hanging low on his hips, and leaning against the counter, running a hand through his hair. He leaned his elbows on the counter and closed his eyes, tipping his head back and exhaling deeply.
You stopped in front of him, wrapping your arms around his torso, burying your face in his bare chest. You felt him tense momentarily, before relaxing and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.
“You had a nightmare too?” you mumbled, lips moving softly against his chest.
He nodded silently, resting his chin on the top of your head. He took a deep breath through his nose, the scent of your lavender conditioner soothing his still racing heart. “You wanna talk about it?”
He shook his head, pressing a kiss to the top of your head softly. “You wanna talk about yours?”
“No,” you said, smiling against his chest. “I’m alright now.”
You pulled away, your hand trailing from his side to his wrist, grabbing it softly. You pulled him towards you and began walking back to the bedroom. “C’mon, let’s get to bed.”
He smiled and followed you out of the kitchen and into the room. You laid on the bed and pulled him down, his arms supporting his weight as he hovered over you. He leaned his face down, nose brushing yours, as his breath swept the stray hairs out of your eyes.
He softly pressed his lips to yours, his lips taking their time with his ministrations. Your hand traveled from his shoulder to his hair, weaving your fingers in the brown locks that have grown much longer in the years he’s been back from war.
He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours, eyes closed with the hint of a smile on his face. He dropped himself to your side and pulled you closer, prompting you to rest your head on his chest with an arm slung over his torso.
He pressed a kiss to your temple, murmuring a quiet, “I love you” against it.
You turn your head to look at him, smiling tiredly with half-lidded eyes. “I love you more than you could ever imagine.”
If you must mourn, my love, mourn with the moon
and the stars up above. If you must mourn, don’t do it alone
You and Alex sat on the couch in Sean’s old house, the Cassidy’s sitting on the love seat opposite the two of you, with Sean’s cousin, Black, in the chair beside them.
Alex had his head down, arms slung over his knees, jaw clenched hard. You hadn’t known Banshee like Alex, all the memories you had of him were stories told to you by Alex of their time at Xavier’s, but you felt Alex’s loss as well.
You wrapped your arm around Alex’s shoulders, leaning your head on his shoulder. He looked up at you through his hair, before straightening his back and wrapping an arm around your waist, sliding you closer to him. He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, before slightly burying his face in the hair draped over your shoulder.
You felt the tears roll down his cheeks and onto your shoulder, the liquid seeping into the fabric, coloring it a dark red. You felt his shoulders shake slightly, as his arm tightened around you. You brought your hands to his hair and ran your fingers through it, murmuring softly in his ear.
He raised his head from your shoulder, eyes red and bloodshot, tear tracks leading to his chin. He walked over to Mr. Cassidy and shook his hand and repeated the action for Mrs. Cassidy and Black.
You smiled sadly, giving them your condolences, and followed Alex out of the house and to his car.
Although Alex had already known about Sean’s death, he was in the war, so he wasn’t able to give his condolences. Seeing his family, and hearing them talk about what had happened to him was more than enough to move both you and Alex to tears.
The entire trip home was spent in silence. The two of you walked into your shared apartment. He was headed towards the bedroom when you grabbed his wrist stopping him in his tracks.
“I understand that you’re grieving, but Alex, please, don’t push me away. Let me be there for you.”
You grabbed his face in your hands, bringing it to meet yours. You brushed your lips against his softly, before pressing yours to his. The kiss was tender and short, but just enough to convey what you were trying to say.
He looked at you, studying your features, before you saw his eyes well up with tears, the first couple dropping down his cheeks, hitting the corners of his mouth. You pulled him into a hug, wrapping your arms snugly around his neck. He wrapped his arms around you tight, with the fear that you would disappear as easily and quickly as everyone else.
He pulled you closer to him, a feat you didn’t think possible, and reveled in the comfort that came with being in your arms.
If you must leave, leave as though fire burns under your feet
“It won’t take long, babe, I promise,” Alex, slipping on a shirt over his dark washed jeans. “Scott’s powers have manifested and I really need to get him to the professor.”
You sat up, holding the sheet to your still bare chest. “I know, he’s your brother, but I’ll miss you.”
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips, pulling away with a grin. “I think I’ll miss you more,” he said, accentuating every word with a kiss.
You giggled into his lips, causing him to laugh. “I doubt that.”
“Of course you do,” he replied, walking towards the door. “I will be back in like two hours, tops.”
“You better come back, Summers, or I’ll find you. I know where you live, lest you forget.”
Alex shot you a lopsided grin. “I have you here, in my bed, waiting for me to get home. I’d be a damn fool not to come back.”
“Damn straight,” you said, smirking.
Alex groaned and jogged back over to you, pressing another lingering kiss on your lips. “Okay, now I really have to go.”
“Love you, ass hat,” you called to his retreating form.
“Love you too, sweetcheeks.”
If you must speak, speak every word as though it were unique
You sat on the couch, eyes glued to the latest reality show that had its hooks in you when you heard your phone ring. You pushed off the couch and padded over to the landline on the wall of your kitchen.
“Hello?” you answered, twirling the cord around your finger.
“Hey, doll,” Alex answered. “It’s me.”
You smiled, biting your lip. “Hey, babe. What’s up?”
You heard him sigh on the other line and you knew what the next words out of his mouth were gonna be before he even spoke them. “I’ll be home later than I thought. Charles needs me to take him to see Moira Mactaggert and Hank has to watch the school while he’s not there.”
You groaned in frustration, leaning your back against the wall the phone hung on. “It’s okay, I understand, it’s Charles. How did everything go with Scott?”
Alex chuckled on the other line. “Okay, I guess. He burned down Charles’ favorite tree, but he got accepted. He reminds me a lot of myself when I was his age.”
You laughed slightly, pushing off the wall and walking over to the window to look outside. “Well, he is your brother. I expect nothing less from a Summers.”
He laughed, and you could tell he was sporting the biggest grin. “Babe, I gotta go, but I’ll see you when I get home. Okay?”
“Gotcha. I love you, Alex. Be safe.”
“I love you too,” he said, the smile ringing clear through his tone. “I will.”
If you must die, sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life’s best part.
And if you must die, remember your life.
You stood there, raindrops bouncing off your umbrella, over Alex’s grave that held no body. He didn’t deserve this, this death. Hell, he didn’t deserve the life he got.
He deserved so much more. He deserved the world and you would have given it to him if you had the chance. He was so brave and selfless, it was no surprise to you when Hank told you how he died - trying to stop Apocalypse from taking Charles.
Here you are, standing before the headstone with his name, date of birth, and some meaningless quote scrawled into the stone, that did him no justice. Said nothing of his time with the X-Men or his time in the service and it sure as hell didn’t say what he sacrificed his life for.
Your jaw was clenched as the tears flowed nonstop down your cheeks and off your chin, mixing with the rain once they left your skin. The sky seemed to be mourning the loss of Alex Summers just as much as you were because it cried for hours.
You couldn’t help but stare blankly at the plot where they had buried an empty coffin because his body couldn’t be found. You would never say it out loud, but there was a small part of you that was skeptical. Alex shouldn’t have been killed by that blast, he would have absorbed it. But, then you would start thinking more rationally. Well, if he’s alive, then where is his body?
You heard someone walk up to you, but you couldn’t be bothered to turn your head to look when they stopped to your right.
“He loved you a lot, you know,” Scott said, lens-covered eyes staring ahead at his brother’s grave. “You were his world. He would’ve done anything for you.”
A fresh wave of tears hit your eyes as you ducked your head down to avoid Scott’s eyes, even though you couldn’t very well see them behind his glasses. “I know. He was my everything too.”
You sniffled, running a hand down your face, thankful you didn’t wear makeup today. “He worried about you, Scott. He didn’t want you going through what he went through, solitary confinement, the war. He knew you would make something of yourself. And so do I. Don’t let his absence make you trip up.”
Scott looked down, before looking over to you. You meet his gaze and sent him a sad smile. You watched as a tear slowly fell from beneath his glasses, then another, then another. Until tears were freely streaming down, choked sobs wracking his body.
You bit your lip, trying, but failing, to stop your own sobs from escaping your throat. You pulled him into a hug, wrapping your arms around him as his body shook.
You thought back to the times you had comforted Alex, pulling him close, whispering comforting words to calm him down. You thought back to when he talked about Darwin dying and then your mind wandered to a couple years back when you went with him to the Cassidy residence.
These memories caused a new wave of tears to cascade from your eyes, soaking the shoulder of Scott’s suit jacket.
The world had lost one of it’s best and the only people to know about it were the few that were closest to him. The few that had actually bothered to get close to him, to get to know him.
Although it hurts and although the pain right now seems unbearable. You don’t regret a thing.
Alex Summers was the best part of your life. He made your small, insignificant life a little more bearable.