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codename-mom · 8 months

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Let's talk about Hotch

Waiting for me to (write and) publish the next chapters of “Code Name: Mom”, here is a little post about a stunning scene which happened in season 9, in the famous episode: Route 66. Yes, I’ll talk about this moment where Hotch apologizes before he passes out.

Why I want to talk about that? Well, because, most of the time, the reaction of fans is to laugh at it. People find this scene hilarious because they think that the attitude of Hotch is ridiculous. In everyone’s mind, nobody apologizes before losing consciousness.

True. And then, I don’t think that this moment was that fun to be honest. I think that it illustrates pretty well the complexity of his way of thinking and even the way he sees himself around his team members.

Let’s explain it.

I think that nobody will be surprised if I say that Hotch received a strict education. He’s always stiff, he phrases distinctively, he has a great culture and he’s always polite no matter what. We know that his father was a lawyer (so wealthy) and that his mother went to a prestigious school. Now, if we think about the reasons why we excuse ourselves, it can be:

because we want to go somewhere but someone prevents us to go further,

because we hurt someone (physically or morally),

because we bump into someone else,

or because we need some information and we have then to disturb someone.

In the last two examples, the need to be forgiven comes from the fact that we know we have disturbed another human being. We break into their daily routine and stop their activity, which means that they can be angry. We apologize to avoid to be hurt in return.

What’s the matter with that scene, you’ll tell me? Actually, think again about the reasons why we apologize. Hotch didn’t excuse himself because he tried to get into the meeting room, and he didn’t seem to have hurt anyone around. Then, he bumped into no one and didn’t ask for information, but he still apologizes because he knows that he’s going to disturb the members of his team. Even if he has a poor inner perception, he knows that he’s losing consciousness and knows that his agents will have to drop everything to take care of him even if they have better things to do (like start the investigation, for example). And as he was raised to be polite, he says: “Excuse-me” (like you can do when you’re feeling nauseous and have to escape in a middle of a family reunion: you fail to be there, and your relatives will be worried about you).

That said, we can dig deeper.

There is a thing that uninvolved people mustn’t know, and this is that shy people can be ridiculously polite. “Ridiculously”, because they’ll ask for forgiveness when they haven’t done anything wrong (for ex, someone bumps into them, and they apologize). Hotch is clearly a shy guy who doesn’t like to be the center of the attention. He’s tall, impressive, has a deep voice and he’s good looking, so gazes are naturally attracted by him. But unlike Derek who’s playing with that, Hotch avoids to put himself on the front of the stage. He never says that he’s the BAU director (and as so the superior of the others), never took credits for their work (that’s why he knew that Spencer was sending a message to him when he said that he was narcissist) and stands always in the background when his men talk to witnesses (except when there are violent individuals – then he stands in the middle – he is always standing behind his agents and let them lead the interview).

And his shy side rises all the more when he’s back to civil life (and when he puts his protective suits into the closet). We all see it when he’s with Jack, Jessica, or Beth: he’s lacking confidence, lows his eyes and he looks clumsy. He’s afraid to hurt, to do the wrong move and to be ridiculous. Aaron is light-years away from Hotch talking about self-confidence. And this mistrust in us comes often with shyness. And what shyness is? Well, it’s only the fear to disturb someone else. And when you’ve got this fear, deeply rooted into your heart, you can excuse yourself because you’re going to pass out. Because you know that the people will going to stop their activity to watch for you. Hotch excuses himself to become suddenly the center of the attention when people are dying at the other side of the country. Hotch apologizes to disturb his neighbors when they have to catch a murderer.

And we can even go further.

Indeed, in place of asking for apologize, he could have said: “I’m not feeling good”, “a moment please” or “call 911”. With the BAU we are in a team dynamic where everybody’s helping the others and where we do care for each other. Helping a fallen comrade must be natural. With this logic, he shouldn’t be worried for his coworkers to taking care of him. And then, he apologizes. Why?

Well, the answer can come from this headcanon of mine that Hotch thinks that the agents under his command don’t like him (at least, not as much as he loves them). In his mind, his employees are, for the better, indifferent to his presence or, worse, hate him fiercely. Let me remind you that the only time he asks them what they think about him, he helped them by saying that he has no sense of humor (which is not such a big flaw in my opinion) and then they said, in return, that he was a drill sergeant, a bully and a macho. And if, like I think, he took this for real, those three flaws – which are quite big actually – are engraved in his memory for ever. For him, the members of his team appreciate each other, but they tolerate him because they have to (he’s their boss and he involves himself in all their cases). It means that when he was about to pass out, he didn’t think: “everything is fine, they’ll take care of me”, but thought: “Darn! They’ll have to take care of me” (subtext: “when they clearly have other things to do that to deal with this dude who follow them everywhere”). Proof is that he is surprised to see that there is someone of his crew to his side when he wakes up (Penelope). We don’t have this kind of reaction when we know that we’re appreciated (we react that way when we are convinced that nobody will be there).

So, we then have a character who apologize before passing out, not because he’s stupid or something, but because he doesn’t want to disturb the work of people who can’t stand him.

Which is, if I may, not that funny in the end.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #hotch #agent hotchner #headcanon #wednesday thoughts

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dustandshadows8 · 1 year

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Why I think Wednesday is demiromantic or greyromantic

(None of this fan art is mine I found it on Pinterest so credits to the og artists your talent is incredible.)

First, of all for all you beautiful people who have forgotten or didn't know these two definitions, let's take a look:

A grey romantic person:

is a person with a romantic orientation that is somewhere between aromantic and romantic.

For example, a gray-romantic may: -Experience romantic attraction but not very often. -Experience romantic attraction, but not desire romantic relationships. -Desire relationships which are not quite platonic and not quite romantic.

A demiromantic person:

is a person who cannot feel a romantic attraction to someone until a strong emotional connection is established. The emotional connection can be any number of things from a prolonged talking stage to a sexual relationship turning to more. It depends on the case and all people are different on how they feel emotional connections with others.

At the beginning of the show Wednesday says that she does not have any interest in being like her Mother and falling in love and getting married. (Just like to say the proud aroacespec positivity I got form hearing those words...)

First of all this indicates that Wednesday does not consider herself a allo person, she has romantic feelings and has decided to never act on them or she has never experienced romantic attraction before (demiromantic/greyromatic?).

However as the show progresses we can see her form what can be interpreted as romantic bonds with two people.

(And will be by a wider straight/cis/allo audience who might not understand the aroacespec coding in the show.)

But, more importantly, she also forms a possibly stronger platonic bond with Enid.

Wednesday's relationship with Enid progresses in a healthy way. They get to know each other. At the beginning of their relationship they have a tape across the floor which nether of them cross, even at the end when Enid thinks he's saying goodbye for ever she does not hug Wednesday because she knows she doesn't like it. They respect each others boundaries.

Across the show we see their friendship deepen and Wednesday begin to more openly return Enid's affections.

One of the most important things to take from this is the speed of, said, progression.

It takes the whole show for Wednesday to be comfortable enough to hug Enid, which shows he level of trust she has gained for her new friend. She doesn't even accept affection from her family.

And, just as importantly, there is still room for a lot of growth in their relationship.

How does this tie into the grey/demiromantic theory?

Well, as Enid and Eugene are the only two people who Wednesday willingly calls her friends (correct me if I'm wrong my memory is shit) and Enid is the (potential?) romantic interest in the situation, she has obviously formed an emotional connection with her and only after she has formed an emotional connection will she allow Enid to hug her.

It ties pretty perfectly into the Demi category.

Now we have to address something else.

The boys.

First of all, especially as an ace (maybe grey or Demiromatic?) person myself, the relationships with both of them seem very rushed and forced.

It seems to me, that she only uses them to find information about the case. The whole show, everything, even the kiss all looked like a ploy for information.

After she suspects Xaviour she turns on him pretty quick. Would she do that if she really cares about him? And she has no problems with being against Tyler in the final.

All through the show her interactions with them are abrupt and harsh, she often forgets about them to continue her investigations, she frequently appears to have no regard to their feelings.

Why would she treat them so badly if she cared about them?

And why would her reserved personality allow her to progress two relationships so fast?

So how does the grey/demiromanticism link into these situations?

It's her extreme awkward and unusual reactions and treatment of both guys that leads me to think that a) she doesn't romantically like ether of them and b) she truly doesn't know how to interact with someone she has a crush on.

Sometime, when your feelings have deepened from some previous emotional connection, it is a lot easier to ignore them.

And Wednesday has never formed such a connection before Enid.

How would she know how to act and show romantic affection?

The stuff you see on T.V looks stupid. People meet each other, go on cute dates, have an mis-communication, get back together, kiss in the rain.

Where is the realism in that? Where is the emotional bonding the inability to understand emotions? The questioning of feelings?

Is this just how allo relationships are portrayed in the media or do people really just know if they like someone, that easily?

I genuinely don't know if some people just know if they like someone without months of questioning.

And Wednesday probably wouldn't ether.

Which is why she tries to make her relationship so like that, quick and easy, even though the emotions (that I'm assuming allos manage to feel after like two weeks or something) aren't there. Instead it's just the words and actions without any feelings.

So, it's the build up of her and Enid's relationship, her reactions to the boys advances especially in the cliche development of their relationships that feels so forced that and doesn't suit her personality at all that leads me to think that Wednesday is ether grey or demiromantic.

As for the ace part in both.

Maybe I'm just self projecting. But does that girl really appear allo to you?

Really?

#wednesday show #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #aroace wednesday #wenclair #wednesday and enid #wednesday x enid #xavier thorpe #tyler galpin #wednesday thoughts #asexual #demiromantic #greyromatic #the allos are at it again #are the allos ok #straight people do not get this show #one of my friends legit told me she shipped Wednesday with Tyler #how????

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jenniferdarjeeling · 1 month

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Pedro is me when someone is incorrectly explaining, with the utmost confidence, where my story is going, and how my book will end. 😆

#relate #relatable #true #writers #writers on tumblr #pedro pascal #writers and poets #booklr #writer life #wednesday thoughts #writing #books #books and reading #facts #writing facts #new post

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ahomeganeyatsu · 1 year

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Ngl, I really thought Enid was Principal Weems' kid. Like especially when Wednesday got sent to Ophelia hall, the same dorm Weems and Morticia were in? I thought it would have been a neat.

Especially if you look at it in a way where Weems being in love with Gomez, is actually her being attracted to both of them. I think she'd realize it too late and thinks she doesn't have a chance with both of them. Not when, the two were already madly in love with each other.

But imagine if Morticia and Gomez had been interested in her too but Weems had completely misinterpreted their subtle hinting. While the pair thought, they must have read Weems wrong and put a halt in their pursuit.

And now, here we are years later. Enid finding herself falling for Wednesday. Weems sees this happening, and thinks, oh no. Coz of all the things to inherit from her, falling for an Addams wasn't on the top of her list. She's unhappy especially when Wednesday shows no particular interest in Enid. It's like déjà vu. Your youth painstakingly being replayed right before your eyes.

But Enid wasn't her. She may have inherited her tenacity, but she was also more.

And eventually, Weems sees that Wednesday was slowly developing a soft spot for her daughter. She's not even sure if they'll end up being a couple, but the fact Enid had brought down some of Wednesday's fortress-like walls, was more than she could have had.

#wednesday thoughts #larissa weems #principal weems #wenclair

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byler-is-endgame7 · 1 year

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DO YALL SEE THE RESEMBLANCE OR IS IT JUST ME

#netflix wednesday #wednesday 2022 #wednesday netflix #wednesday #wednesday series #wednesday addams #tyler galpin #ratatouille #memes #wednesday x tyler #wednesday the series #wednesday tv show #wednesday tim burton #wednesday tyler #wednesday thoughts

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luv-drama · 1 year

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Wednesday spoilers/discussion

Can we please talk about Ms. Thornhill and Tyler, like when it showed the story behind them. When she touched his hand??? I mean it didn’t show anything but was it implying?? And during the during the confrontation when she went up to Tyler and touched his face and chest??

#wednesday spoilers #tyler galpin #wednesday addams #wednesday thoughts #wednesday netflix

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blaazeeedbabe · 7 months

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I wish I could get paid just for existing

#personal #mine #me #pop punk #420friendly #girls who smoke #wednesday thoughts #but no please #someone anyone send money lmao #tired of working 60 hour weeks to be broke

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acrylicalchemy · 7 months

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Some days it doesn’t really matter what I create. It just matters that I create ❤️

#art #artists on tumblr #michael carini #painting #artist #carini arts #abstract #contemporary art #acrylic alchemy #carini #Wednesday thoughts #Wednesday wisdom #hump day motivation

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oliviaemiley444 · 22 days

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Take a deep breath and remind yourself that you are capable of achieving greatness.

#get motivated #gym motivation #motivación #motivating quotes #motivational #motivation #life quotes #motivating myself #wednesday thoughts

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rriavian · 5 months

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Today is one of those days where I’m curling up in the Jedi robe dressing gown I got for my birthday a few years ago and putting the hood up while I work. Very cosy, very lazy, but also very comforting and warm because it’s winter so my feet tend to make an attempt to turn as blue as possible.

There’s lots of stuff I need to do this week, but rest is good, and taking things gently is good too. And I’m finally feeling able to maintain a consistent routine so...I can just slowly plod around in my little Jedi robe and know I can pick things up tomorrow.

Though I do need to buy some seamless socks that don’t pinch too much so that my weird circulation doesn’t flare too badly haha

#personal #Wednesday thoughts #in a very cosy mood today #had some chocolate cake too

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yourmidnightlover · 1 year

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nevermore…

chapter 2: research

pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: you uncover things about yourself and where you got your powers from.

warnings: a bit of fluff, talking about/another panic attack kinda thing, xavier is a simp as usual, i think that’s it?

a/n: i’m so sorry, some of the tags for the list aren’t working! i’m also sorry that it took so long to get this out! i just want to make sure everything is as good as i want it to be. it’s not proofread very well, but i was able to skim it. anyway, if you want to be added to the taglist feel free to message me or comment on this post :)

chapter 1 here

your dad died when you were young. three, to be exact. at the ripe age of 31 your father took his own life. perhaps that’s what made your mother so temperamental, losing your father.

because you were so young when he passed, you never really learned to miss him. how do you miss someone you don’t remember? your mom boxed away all photos of him and doesn’t mention him very often at all. perhaps that was so you wouldn’t ask any questions, or maybe it was because she was angry with him leaving.

sometimes you wonder what he looked like, if you looked like him. maybe he would have loved you. but, if he loved you then why did he leave? he wouldn’t have.

to be honest, there was always the option of googling his name to see what would pop up. maybe he was some tortured genius. maybe he was an artist or at least someone who loved his child.

maybe you preferred the mystery.

you were used to being alone and not having someone. you weren’t used to someone trying to make you comfortable. you weren’t used to someone making you a priority. you weren’t used to someone being around. being there.

maybe the feeling was growing on you.

“how was your first day?” yoko asked as she seemed to be making her bed for the night. “sorry we didn’t get to spend much time together, i guess our schedules just don’t match up.”

“oh that’s alright,” you assured her as you finished unpacking your half of the room. “it was… good? i kept running into that xavier guy.”

“ahh,” she chuckled as she plopped down on her bed.

“what’s ‘ahh’ for?” you stopped hanging up your clothes to face her. “what’s that mean?”

“just means ‘ahh’,” she continued to laugh at your reaction. after hearing you sigh, she continued, “xavier thorpe doesn’t normally engage with people. ‘loner’ type, remember?”

“i remember,” you nodded, picking up another shirt and putting it on your hanger. “so… so when he insists on being my dance partner, what does that mean?”

she laughed heartily this time, “that means he probably has the hots for you.”

you remained quiet. it didn’t make much sense for him to want to get to know you even in the slightest. you didn’t know him and there was no doubt in your mind that there was nothing special enough about you to draw someone as hot of a commodity as xavier to want to be near you. of all people, it was you.

“yea, whatever,” you laughed with her, hoping she was merely joking about his possible interest in you. “i’m sure he has a few girls lining up at his door, being the tortured artist of nevermore and everything.”

“he used to date bianca, the ‘it’ girl,” she got comfortable in bed, shuffling underneath her blankets and pillows. “not anymore. other than that there really isn’t anyone that any of us know about.”

“what happened between them?” you asked as you finally closed your closet, getting your own bed ready for you to go to sleep.

she took a deep breath, “well, she’s a siren. and rumor has it that he couldn’t trust that his feelings for her were real. again, simply a rumor,” she shrugged as she began to hug one of her pillows.

“hmm,” you shut off the light and got in bed.

maybe tomorrow you would learn more about his need to know you. maybe you would somehow understand it. but, this wasn’t the point of coming to nevermore.

you couldn’t get off track so early. you needed to make your mom proud. you needed to go back home and live your life normally like you had before this entire mess. so you can leave magic and powers and abilities behind you.

“goodnight, yoko,” you said only loud enough to ensure she could hear you.

“goodnight, y/n.”

the next morning you woke up feeling more rested than you expected. you were anticipating a sore body and tired eyes but you were only welcome with the dim light from outside peaking through your window.

“it’s saturday,” yoko informed you. “a few of us are going into jericho to get some fresh, not-nevermore-flavored air. i think you should come with us!”

“when are you guys leaving?” you rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you sat up in bed, clad in only your little nightgown.

“about an hour?” yoko had finished brushing out her hair before plopping down at her desk.

you stepped out of bed to stretch before you heard a knock at the door. yoko got up to answer it, you could only see her smile from the door covering whoever this person was.

“is she coming?” you heard the familiar voice ask in a rushed, trying to be hushed, manner. “is she even awake yet?”

“oh, she’s awake,” she stepped out of the way to let none other than xavier walk inside of your room.

you stood there, now crossing your arms as he simply smiled at you from the door. “good morning,” he seemed extremely happy.

“mhmm,” you went into your closet to grab some clothes and shut it, walking into the bathroom to change.

you heard their muffled talking from inside the bathroom.

“dude,” yoko’s voice rang out. “what the hell?” she was chuckling, her voice very lighthearted.

“what?” his voice rose an octave as he responded. “maybe i just wanna spend more time with her?”

“but why?”

“because…” you heard pacing.

“what about her is so intriguing to you?” she chuckled once more, this time humorlessly.

“you do know there are some things you don’t need to know, yoko,” his voice seemed cocky, joking in a manner.

once you came out, now fully clothed, xavier was now sitting on yoko’s bed as she continued to write, you didn't know what, on her desk. this would be your first outing in the town, and you were only hoping for it to not go terribly. avoiding all gazes and stares would be the goal of this little excursion, and you could only pray it would go as planned.

it wasn’t even a half hour later when you and a bunch of other students were boarding a shuttle bus to jericho. the drive was shorter than you expected, which made you feel better about the school’s surroundings. you were terrified of feeling as though you were isolated from the entirety of the outside world.

“your first outing in jericho has to be perfect,” xavier insisted as he began to walk with you down the rather ordinary street. perhaps you expected something more… nevermore-y. “Which is why i think we should go to weathervane first, my treat, of course. they have pretty decent coffee there."

"oh, coffee," you groaned with excitement as you continued down the small streets. "where's everyone else going?" you pointed behind you where everyone else began walking.

he looked behind him as they began their tread towards the library, "ahh, doing some research at the library i guess."

"i should probably be doing some of that too, research," you clarified. since you were coming into the school already late, you had some work you had to catch up on. you had plants to research, potions to memorize and reading to do. "i'm a bit behind."

"i can help with that," he smiled as you turned to face him, a grin that didn't take up his face but merely told you he would enjoy the time. "i'm kinda top of the class, aside from bianca, of course.”

"hmm," you nodded. you were top if your class back in the normal high school, but things were clearly run differently around here. “i might need that help if i’m being honest.”

his eyes continued to look back at his friends who entered the library. you weren’t sure why he was so interested in the fact that they needed to do whatever research interested them, but he was. perhaps you should’ve been a bit more interested in his interest in their interests.

regardless, the coffee at the weathervane was delicious. xavier ordered what you had ordered, which was a simple vanilla macchiato, and claimed to like it as well. back home, you had truly enjoyed coffee of all sorts. you even had an espresso machine that you treated as careful as you would a child.

“do you know if there’s anyone that could help me?” you spoke bravely as he walked with you to the antique store. “like with the mind stuff?”

“telekinesis?” he offered the proper word for it.

“and i think telepathy too,” you added before glancing up at the tall man. “i can sometimes read minds. it’s just that i have no control over any of it. it scares my m-people. it scares people.”

he looked back down as your eyes began tracing the sidewalk, “my roommate has telekinesis. i can see if he knows much about it if you’d like?”

“has he always had it?” you were dying to know more. you mostly just wanted to know why your powers only started now, rather than when you were born. “his powers? mine started a few months ago for no reason and… i need some answers.”

“i think he was born with it,” he shrugged apologetically. “if you need help learning to control it, i might be able to help. my art, i can make it come to life. it took me a while to be able to control it, and sometimes it still gets out of hand, but i can definitely try to help.”

“why would you do that?” you stopped walking and tugged on his jacket, forcing him to stay with you. “why are you so adamant on-on helping me? you don’t even know me.”

“i could know-or i could get to know you,” his brows rose as if he was trying to convince you. “you could call it a hunch.”

“is that why it was so easy for you to help me the other day?” you knew your eyes held desperation for his answer. they were pleading. your mom always told you that your eyes held all of your emotion. “because you have good instincts?”

“yea,” he nodded as he let his eyes dart all over your face. “maybe that’s why.”

with a nod and a sigh, you grasped onto the fabric of his jacket to lead him back down the sidewalk, as if you knew where you were going. he grasped your hand to lead you to the inside of the sidewalk before continuing the walk to uriah’s heap.

“y’know,” he began as you searched the odd store. “you’ve barely decorated your room. how about we go to one of the good thrift stores here and revamp your room, pun intended.”

“revamp, haha,” you smiled as you looked at stuffed roadkill on a shelf. “i don’t have the money. i didn’t really expect to come here so soon and my mom hasn’t been able to-“

“i’ll pay,” he insisted as he gently grasped your shoulder. “i want to. my dad gives me this allowance type thing. i think it’s to subside his own guilt for never talking to me, but you might as well benefit from it.”

“i can’t,” you refused as you walked away and down a different isle.

“it’s really not a big deal!” he insisted with a smile as he followed you down the rows. “i have it but i don’t want it. please let me help you? i want this place to feel more comfortable for you.”

“i don’t want to get comfortable,” you rephrased as you slammed a trinket back down on its shelf. this place isn’t supposed to be home for you. you don’t need to ‘get comfortable’ because you should be leaving as soon as you can. as soon as it’s safe for you to be in public. “and i don’t want to be some charity case for you.”

“that’s not-“

“i want to leave now,” you promptly walked out of the shop and took a deep breath of the fresh air.

“hey,” his hand pressed gently against your back. “i didn’t mean to upset you. i just want you to know that we all want you here. i want you here. i want to help you.”

“i don’t want to be your charity case,” you argued back as you took another step forward so he would remove his hand.

“you aren’t, you aren’t,” he assured you as he rose his hands.

you felt your breath picking up, your heart began to rapidly beat. “xavier, it’s…” you breathed out. “it’s gonna happen. my head, it’s-“

“okay, remember what i said,” he took this moment to hold onto your hands. “breathe and focus on something, anything.”

“can i-look at me?” you breathed out. “or you look at me. i need to…” his hands went to your face now, cupping it gently. you held onto his arms.

“let’s get somewhere more private, yea?” you nodded as you looked into his eyes once more. he guided you to an alley right around the corner. “in, two, three, four…” he guided your breathing.

“i’m,” you sighed as your grasp on his arms tightened. “i’m okay. my head just… it hurts now.”

“let’s go, yea?” he nodded with you as he wrapped an arm around your waist. you rested your head on his shoulder as he led you to a shuttle bus.

“this is the second time i’ve nearly had a breakdown around you,” you sighed as he helped you off the shuttle. “that has got to be a record or something.”

“what do you say we try to work on controlling those powers if yours?” he paused before looking down at you with a smile.

“i um,” you paused while thinking. “i found an old shed that weems is letting me fix up. maybe we could practice there? i mean, we would need to fix it up a bit more as we go, but-“

“that sounds great,” he agreed as he let you lead the way. “so we have to fix it up, huh?”

“well, yea,” you said as if it were obvious. “i might even let you use it as an art studio, as long as i can still go there whenever i please,” you said smugly as you dragged on his coat sleeve once more. “i already have some pretty cool plans for the place! i mean i haven’t written anything down yet, but it’s all up here,” you used your free hand and tapped your temple.

“well, tell me what to do, and i’ll do it,” he didn’t even know what he was getting himself into.

“ahh, the perfect guy,” you sighed as you led him through the woods to the shed you had already cleared out.

once you opened the shed, a breath of relief flew through you. you sat on the concrete floor and insisted he sit beside you by patting the ground. he took your queue with a smirk, his long legs crossing underneath one another into a cross-cross applesauce position.

“lots of potential,” he nodded as he watched your face glow with creativity.

“i know,” you smiled for once. “i can’t wait to get to the good stuff in here. it’s gonna be great! i was thinking about stringing some lights along the trims up top,” your hands motioned to what you were talking about. “and maybe even mrs. thornhill would let us borrow some non-carnivorous plants to help decorate! and then some nice vines trailing along with the lights…” now both of your hands were motioning towards the ceiling. “and your art could decorate the whole place! and then a few chairs, or maybe even beanbags for the aesthetic, with a nice, antique table for your art supplies and then a few easels for your art! it’ll be wonderful.”

“have you done this before?” he chuckled at how eager you were. “you seem so excited about it all. it’s cute.”

“i used to help my mom restore things,” you nodded before simply picking at your own nails. “my grandmother used to do that with her, and her mom with her… you get the point.”

“that’s nice,” he grabbed one of your hands to stop your picking. “so you and your mom are close?”

“we… we were,” you let your fingers intertwine with his in a moment of weakness. “she’s a bit indifferent about my new abilities. i dunno why… but i never really knew my dad. he died when i was young. so it’s always just been me and her. now, it’s just me, i guess.”

“i’m sorry,” both his hands cradled your own. “i’m honored that you’re letting me help, though,” he was interrupted by his phone ringing. “i’ll be right back.”

he stepped outside for a few minutes to take the call. you simply waited for him with your head thrown back against the walls of the shed. you hadn’t told anyone about your dad. your mom barely even talked about him. you never knew why.

“sorry, that was yoko,” he entered the shed once more. “they’re all on there way back, and they have some information for you, about telekinesis.”

“is that what they were doing at the library?” he nodded. “what’d they find out?”

“i dunno yet, mystery,” he smiled. “but we’re about to find out,” he grasped your hand and helped you off the floor.

once leading you through the school and to a statue of edgar allen poe, he simply snapped twice. the statue moved to the side, revealing a spiral staircase leading to some sort of secret library. his hand remained in yours the entire way.

“hey!” yoko greeted with an eager wave. “so, we went searching for some things for you… regarding telekinesis. of course, we had to go to the library in jericho but that’s only because they have this secret-anyway we found some information!”

“okay,” you nodded as you got to the bottom of the staircase. “what is it?”

“well,” yoko began to explain. “there has only been one other person who became telekinetic throughout their life. turns out, it happens when the life around you most needs it.”

“who was this only other person?” you wondered out loud.

“his name was john y/l/n,” kent, a siren, informed you.

your face went blank. it can’t be. there’s no fucking way that your father had these powers. why was your mother so frightened of you if your father had the same gifts?

“that’s my…” you felt tears in your eyes.

“what is it?” xavier’s hand held onto your shoulder worriedly. “what’s wrong.”

“that’s my dad.”

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