#tonkinqueen

omg yeah I usually do that but i am the laziest so i just wanted people to know i wasnt ingoring the meme ja feel 

We are but I also wanted to do another GG plot, because all I have been watching is GG.

"Whats the problem?" Xavier repeated, opening and closing his mouth several times as he tried to find the right words. Or any words, actually. He couldn’t necessarily be surprised by Maia’s actions, he’d always known that she reacted with her gut more than anything. But as he looked between the blood on her hands and the corpse of his dead girlfriend on the floor beside them, and he didn’t know what there was to say. "She wasn’t your mark!" he cried, running his hands through his hair as he ran through all the best ways to dispose of a body. Damn, he was rusty. "I forgot how fucking crazy you are," Xavier sighed, but in spite of himself there was a small smile on his lips. Even after everything, he’d missed her.

Peter frowned as Jamie spoke, reaching out and enveloping her in a hug. He hated to her her say that, hated to know that his best friend could ever be anything but happy. It was all she deserved, and he wished there was anything he could do to make it better. “I don’t want to feel like that. Ever,” Peter told her, keeping her in a tight hug. He could feel the few tears that were falling seep through his shirt, but he didn’t mind. He pressed a soft kiss on the top of her head, unwilling to let her go. “I’m here for you no matter what, Tink,” he assured her, his voice gentle. “Don’t ever forget that.”

Xavier smiled as Maia spoke, the motion almost feeling weird. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually smiled, but he knew it wasn’t before they ran away. He slung an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close and resting his head gently on top of hers. “You’re my best friend too, Maia,” he assured her, his voice quiet. This wasn’t like them, this sappy emotional shit. He usually preferred to leave it all unspoken, but he wasn’t about to ignore he if she was actually being vulnerable for once. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he muttered, his voice so quiet he wasn’t even sure Maia could hear him. No matter how he felt about Maia, Xavier didn’t think he would ever get used to putting it into words.

Peter looked around at all the pillows and blankets Jamie had laid out in front of them, a huge smile curling on his lips. “That might be the best idea you’ve ever had,” he informed her gleefully, jumping up without hesitation and beginning to pick up a couple blankets, building the fort around the couch. This was something they did all the time when they were younger, building forts and disappearing inside to forget about the world, if only for a couple hours. Peter couldn’t remember the last time they’d done this, but as far as he was concerned that didn’t matter. He still remembered exactly what he was doing. “You go get the marshmallows,” he told her, glancing back as Jamie as he continued to work. “I’ve got this.”