I Want Whoever Made The "button Fm" Playlist On Spotify To Know That They've Upgraded The Quality Of

i want whoever made the "button fm" playlist on spotify to know that they've upgraded the quality of my life by 85%, I love the tunes they chose and I want full liner notes explaining how each song relates to the different ghosts and/or moods, episodes, vibes, etc

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me and my cousins want to play a game and I  tried to suggest go fish and duck duck goose and you wanna know what came out? 

Go Go Duck

it’s the kiss of death (you took me by surprise)

Dave's not easily surprised - unless Klaus is involved

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David Katz thought he was a pretty mellow guy – except for when he was around Klaus Hargreeves. 

Dave was twelve years old when he came to the conclusion that he liked boys in the way he was supposed to like girls. He kept this realisation to himself but wasn’t all that bothered about it – he was more concerned for his parents if people found out that their only child was a fag. When his parents died, he was sad, sure, but not surprised. Dave’s old man was getting on in years and when his mother died months later, it wouldn’t take much to convince Dave it was from heartbreak. He was twenty-nine when he went to ‘Nam. It wasn’t unexpected given the circumstances – he was young and had no family left. No one would miss him if he died.

Later, when Dave a few months shy of thirty, a stranger appeared in the middle of the night in Vietnam with a flash of blue light, clutching a briefcase and wearing nothing but a towel Dave was, understandably, shocked (it might have had something to do with how ridiculously beautiful the man was, but it was mostly the other stuff… probably). The man looked up at Dave with an expression of wonder that did nothing to deter the shock – though it did make Dave feel a little self-conscious. He’s pretty sure he went bright red.

When the man (Klaus. What a fab name) had casually asked for the date, including the year, Dave was a little freaked out but did his best to appear unbothered by the question. It became a little harder when, upon asking if he was ok, Klaus barked out a laugh and lied through his teeth (it wasn’t hard for Dave to tell that Klaus was definitely not ok, and it seemed to have very little to do with being in a war zone).

Almost a month later after watching Klaus have conversations with members of the troop who had died weeks ago (honestly, it wasn’t the most crank thing that Dave had ever seen a guy do), Dave was convinced that nothing that nothing else the beautiful man could throw at him could faze him. Klaus had surprised them all, leading the boys around landmines and away from hidden enemy troops, and at first Dave found it all a little daunting. He got used to it.

The next time he was surprised by Klaus, it wasn’t so much what he did, more what looking at him in through the haze of smoke in the crowded disco made Dave do. It was during R&R and Klaus was wearing a tight yellow shirt that left a tantalizing strip of pale skin showing. In that moment, Dave knew with absolute certainty that no one had ever looked more gorgeous.

And so, Dave took a depth breathe and slowly walked Klaus over to a dark corner of the room and kissed him. Slowly and sweetly. Klaus’s lips were soft and when they let out a low moan of pleasure, Dave just about floated up to Cloud Nine.

Over the following weeks and months, Dave’s residence on Cloud Nine became permanent, even in the face of war. The only time that was ever in question was when Klaus told him, well, everything. About his horrible childhood, his warden a twisted and cruel man, about how the drugs were the only thing that made the ghosts quiet until he met Dave (Klaus said that the way Dave went all bashful and red upon hearing that, was fucking adorable). Dave even learnt what exactly the briefcase is, and in the quiet of the tent Klaus whispered to him that he didn’t want to go back, and that, if Dave would let him, Klaus would live out the rest of his days by his side. Dave realised then and there that there would never be anything else in the world that he could ever want more than that.

Eight months After The Kiss (Dave has found most things have become sorted in his mind to Before and After Klaus, Before and After The Kiss) was the first time in a long time that Klaus shocked him. The bloody Cong were raining down hell around them, the air filled with screams of terror and Dave was really fucking scared for the first time in a long time. He was scared for himself, but also for Klaus who he knew had to be struggling based on the sheer amount of bodies that lined the wall of the trench. Dave glanced to his left where Klaus was pressed up against him. At the same time Klaus looked at him and gave a tight smile. Dave opened his mouth to say something, anything to reassure his lover (and himself) that would all be ok – it has to be ok – but was cut off by the commander’s sharp voice.

“Go, men, go! Come on you skirts! Go, go, go!”

Tearing his eyes from Klaus, Dave took a breath and thrust himself up, turning to face the enemy.

And fuck that hurt.

Dave staggered back down. He was vaguely aware of Klaus grasping him to sit him up against the wall of the trench. The noise of war faded into the background as Dave looked up into Klaus’ eyes (such pretty, pretty, green eyes. Like the trees in spring), and oh no, Klaus was crying, why was he cryin– oh. Dave had a whole in his chest. That must be why.

Dave forced a smile, needing to reassure Klaus that it would be fine, he would be fine cause Dave loves him and the war would be over soon and then they could go home, move to the country and get a dog (kids would be nice but who in their right mind is gonna allow that).

Klaus was looking around wildly, screaming… something. Dave was having a little trouble hearing.

Klaus looked back down to Dave and Dave reached his hand up to him wanting to touch him. Klaus must’ve seen his hand twitch cause he lent down pressing their foreheads together (Klaus just got Dave, even without Dave saying a word and that was one of the many things he loved about Klaus – and Dave hasn’t told him that, has he? He’d have to remember to tell him).

Dave could feel Klaus’ tears against his cheek. That was simply unacceptable. Klaus wasn’t allowed to cry, ‘specially not over Dave. Dave mustered his strength and lifted his head just enough to press a soft kiss to Klaus’s lips. That seemed to flick a switch in Klaus’ brain. Suddenly Klaus was pressing his lips against Dave’s with a ferocity that was unlike anything Dave had seen from his sweet, gentle (occasionally a tad crazy) Klaus.

The world slowly faded away until it felt all that was tying him to the world was Klaus (klausklausohgodklausklausiloveyouklausklauspleasebeokklaus).

And then, just as suddenly as Klaus came into his life, the world came back into focus. With a sharp gasp, Dave sat straight up, unintentionally throwing Klaus off him.

They looked at each other for a moment, dumbfounded. By all rights, Dave should’ve been dead (and boy, was that weird to think about – just moments ago he was fading away, now he felt like his head had been dunk in water).

Klaus was staring at him in much the same way the night they had met – equal parts shock, confusion and awe. Then the moment was over as Dave threw himself at Klaus, arms tightening around his lover’s neck. Turning his head, he pressed his mouth against Klaus’, savouring the moment that almost never was. Klaus kissed back, slow and soft, tongue tracing Dave’s bottom lip. Dave could feel Klaus grin against his lips and Dave grinned right back, lips parting to let Klaus in.

Dave pulled back, and though the moment wasn’t perfect (they were still in the middle of a war, covered in mud, people shouting and dying all around them), Dave couldn’t wait any longer.

“I love you.”

Klaus, somehow, managed to grin even wider. “I love you, too, Davey. More than anything.”

(Now Dave understood how Klaus was stretching his mouth that wide)

The moment that had carved out for themselves was ruined by the commander’s thundering voice. “Katz, Hargreeves! Stop pussyfooting around, get out there!”

They both let out an instinctive “yes, sir” (even just thinking about why Klaus fell so easily into the military lifestyle, when it took Dave months, he felt hacked) as the commander raced past them.

Klaus looked over at Dave with terror in his eyes, hand gripping Dave’s in a death lock (not that Dave could say he himself was doing any less), croaking “Dave” in that soft voice that usually made Dave so happy. Dave nodded and said firmly, “Let’s get the fuck out of here. You got that magic box of yours?”

peter and his wendy(wanda)bird

ao3

Peter doesn’t really know what the hell is happening, but his sister needs him and that’s enough.

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Canon divergence from ep01x05

Peter is a twin. Was a twin? No, he is a twin. Will always be a twin even if his twin’s not there.

Not many people really know that about him, not even the mansions resident telepaths (not even his dad, not that his dad knows he’s Peters dad - it’s an awkward conversation to have, Peters been putting it off, ok? So sue him). He had a twin, a secret twin, that made his mom go all quiet sometimes and drink the rest, a twin that his baby sister doesn’t quite remember but who loves the big sister she doesn’t remember all the same.

Her name was Wendy (Wanda to him when it was just them, or to mom when they were in trouble, which was a lot, coz Peter was always in trouble and Wanda was always somehow dragged into it) and she was fucking awesome. Their powers came in when they were about eight and with it her eyes gained this wicked red undertone and his hair turned silver. Mom got judgy looks for it from stuck-up PTA moms like it was her fault their mutations were so rad they could be seen.

Wendy didn’t think her mutual was rad. He did, told her how cool it was all the time - like, super speed’s so totally cool and all but it means he’s hungry all the time, and being able to move things with your fucking mind? So. Cool. Wendy would sort of just force a smile and say thanks, but he could tell she didn’t believe him. That no matter what Peter said, Wends would never not be scared of what she could do. Wouldn’t be terrified of hurting him or mom or little baby Lidia whose dad had skipped out on a pregnant mom when the twins had gotten weird beyond the Slavic names on their birth certificates.

And, yeah, maybe Wendy was scary. When she had a nightmare, everyone had a nightmare, even Peter who never slept more than four hours anyway (everything about him was fast, man. Everything) and when Wendy got mad, things shook, and pipes burst which only freaked her out which only made things shake more and everyone around her feel scared even though there was no need to be coz Wendy wouldn’t hurt a fly (at least, not on purpose).

Peter loved his twin more than anyone in the world (Lidia was a very, very close second. Sorry, Mom). They barely ever fought. When she looked him in the eye told him not to do something (which in all honesty, wasn’t often) he would listen, even if hadn’t listened to mom when she said the same thing, like, 2 seconds before. She’s the only telepath that he knew that could read his mile-a-second mind. She could keep him still and he could keep her calm. They were Pietro and Wanda, Peter and Wendy, so fucking iconic that a book was written about them years before they were born (seriously, remove romantic shit and it was pretty much them. Sort of. They had the same names, alright?). He would have done anything for Wendy, followed her anywhere - and then she went where he couldn’t follow and his heart broke.

(Lidia was three and had a fever. Mom had to go to work if they wanted a roof over their head - Peter would’ve stolen them stuff but mom said that was illegal and Wendy had given him The Look so that was off the table. Anyway, Mom was at work, their new-ish neighbours still viewed the single mom and strange twins with the Eastern European last name with suspicion, Wendy didn’t entirely trust herself alone with Lidia, toddlers being emotional roller coasters on a good day, and Wendy being an emotion-absorbing vacuum, so it was Peter to the rescue. Honestly, Peter would take a sick toddler over school any day. Mom had left him with an absolute mountain of instructions that 12-year-old Peter pretended to brush off but really took very seriously and Wendy had wished him luck and made her way to school without him which had felt really weird coz they pretty much always went everywhere together which was part of what led them strange.

Peter should have gone to school.

Wends had science after lunch, Peter was usually her lab partner but because he was ‘sick’ - the last thing they needed were child services called on them again and a little white lie was better than the alternative - the teacher must’ve put her with the bitchy girls in their class that had it out for Wendy since day one. Those stupid bitches always made comments about Wendy’s eyes and the second-hand clothes mom got for them despite Peter offering to steal them all new ones and her magic-wild hair and it bothered Wendy. It bothered him too but he was calm for Wendy, acted like it was no biggie so that she wouldn’t blow them up even if they did totally deserve it. He wasn’t there to calm her down then so shit exploded and in a science classroom with Bunsen burners and dangerous chemicals? Yeah, not a great thing - there was a fire that Wendy didn’t make with her magic, that she couldn’t control and Peter, back at home, alternating between TV and giving Lidia her mom-prescribed doses of baby medicine, felt that something was wrong, felt it right deep down, grabbed Lidia tight to his chest and ran. He ran right to school, there before the firemen, but after everyone had evacuated, Wendy whose clothes and hair were singed but who he could see just fine through a window - everyone had evacuated, injured but ok, everyone but those bitchy middle school girls with their PTA moms who were closest to the blast zone and must’ve been knocked out or some shit, coz they weren’t there and Wendy knew that, looked at him right in the eye, so very clearly sorry and guilty and he was too fucking late, too fucking slow and- and Wendy, Wanda, his Wendy-bird with her heart of gold went back for them, went back into the fire while he was stuck on the ground in full view of people who couldn’t know about the twins secret and a screaming toddler pressed against his chest - why would she do that why would she leave him whywhywhy- she didn’t come back out.)

His heart was still broken and no one knew. His mom lived in wilful oblivion, Lidia forever Peter’s baby sister (even if she is off to college in the fall) who he couldn’t dump all his shit on even if he wanted to Telling his fellow X-Men would be even more awkward than the conversation he keeps avoiding with Erik, and Erik doesn’t even know he has a son let alone he had a daughter (even if Peter did ever go up to The Terrorist Known as Magneto and said ‘by the way, you’re my dad, surprise, it’s a boy!’, he doesn’t know if he’d tell him about Wendy. He’s already lost one daughter - and shit if Peter ever wants to think about how he’s lost two sisters - he doesn’t need to know he lost another).

Wendy was half of Peter and when she - when she left, Peter felt it so deeply and it hurt, man, it hurt more than anything and it didn’t really ever stop, he still aches, he still misses her like he would never miss anything or anyone else.

So when Peter is dragged... somewhere nauseatingly All-American, is compelled to knock on a door by something purple that remains annoyingly just out of his reach, just out of his notice, and the door opens to reveal a woman around his age who is so familiar but also so not, he stays. He puts aside the purple that sort of reminded him of Wendy’s magic, coz this woman who calls herself Wanda and him Pietro, has eyes full of familiar pain, and Peter knows she is his sister, even if she isn’t really, even if they come from what he was figuring out to be entirely different universes (his mind moved too fast for any sort of mind voodoo to be anything more than a suggestion, and a suggestion easily shrugged off at that).

Peter would figure everything out - why he’s here, who brought him here (sure as hell wasn’t Wanda, she seems as confused as he is), why his sort-of-sister is married to the equivalent of a talking toaster, why his sort-of nephews (that he really hopes are real by the way, Tommy and Billy are awesome) were born, like, two days ago and already look about ten. He would figure it all out, but for once he is happy to take it slow (slow for him at least which, thinking ‘bout it, is probably not that slow for other people). To get to know his new sister, figure out how to help her coz that’s what twins do and Peter will never not be a twin, even if this twin isn’t technically or biologically or whatever, his actual twin.

All Peter knew for sure is that his sister needs his help and really? That’s all that matters.