What are we?
We are so many things. We're the the whole universe, bottled up right here into a lifetime. We're imperfect and warm and soft like dirt. We're shimmering and bright and eternal like the moon.
What are we? What are we?
Humans.
Messy, stupid, beautiful humans.
Without any warning we were there, staring at the dark and pain of the world. I could sense it all. All the black matter consuming humanity. But for some odd reason I wasn't afraid. He just laced his fingers with mine and looked at me in a way that made it all okay.
And then we ran into the shadows.
...because I guess that's just what heroes do.
I tried to forget-to conceal the past. But it always found its way out through the cracks. I ran. But it turns out my past was running beside me all along. (Sequel to "Freaks" Quicksilver X Reader)
I always knew something about me was odd. I always considered myself a freak until I found him, a boy who was just as odd as me. (Based off of X-men Marvel Comics and movies)
!Obviously! X-Men credit goes to Stan Lee and Jack Kirby the X-Men creators! (and Marvel and other X-Men Writers)
Boyfriend Scenarios? Preferences? (I don't know the definitions of these things)
I'm a slow writer (just saying)