Title: Christmas Trees and Compliments Fandom: X-Men Word Count: 1,170 Characters: Peter Maximoff x Reader, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Jubilation Lee, Kurt Wagner Reader Gender: Not specified Warnings: None Notes: Inspired by this scene from That 70’s Show.
The snow crunched beneath your feet as you walked across the field. Charles had sent you, Peter, Scott, Jean, Kurt, and Jubilee to go pick out a Christmas tree for the school. Tall, fluffy pines were lined up on either side of the group, creating a natural walkway. Kurt was holding the ax, as he had decided that none of the rest of you could be trusted with it. As the sun began to set, causing the orange and pink hues sparkling across the snow, it took the already-lacking warmth with it.
“What about this one?” Jubilee asked, pointing to a medium-sized tree to her left.
“We had one twice that size last year,” Jean commented from your right, as she eyed the tree.
“Well, that means we need one four times this size,” Peter stated, flicking a branch of the tree so that snow was flung at Scott, who glared in response.
“Can I put zee angel on zee tree?” Kurt inquired excitedly.
“Sure, Blue,” Scott replied, coming to stand at Jean’s free side, in an attempt to avoid any further pestering from Peter.
Everyone resumed walking, and the speedster slowed to fall into step beside you. A gust of wind hit you all, causing you to pull your sweater tighter around yourself.
“Follow my lead,” Jean’s voice said in your mind. You turned to her with an inquisitive brow raised, and she shot you a wink before giving an exaggerated shiver. “I’m so cold.”
Scott immediately pulled off his jacket and offered it to her, earning him a thankful kiss on the cheek. Jean elbowed you, nodding towards Peter, who was busy evaluating the trees. She was well aware of your massive crush on him – and that you were definitely wishing you had that silver jacket of his.
“Yeah, I’m really cold too,” you said, matching Jean’s shiver. Peter glanced at you, then realized what you were hinting at and held his hands out in exasperation.
“Well damn, Y/N, I can’t control the weather!”
You and Jean both glared at him, and he stared defiantly back at you two for a few moments, before groaning and shrugging off his jacket. He slung it over your shoulders, and you nuzzled into the coat, thankful for the newfound warmth. It smelled like him: a bit of junk food, and body wash.
Peter wasn’t actually cold – just stubborn. But when he saw the way you pulled your arms through the sleeves and snuggled into it, he felt his heart swell. The arms of it were far too long for you, so the ends of the sleeves stopped at your knuckles. The bottom of the jacket fell past your hips, and the entire thing enveloped you. You looked positively adorable.
“If you want it back, just say so. You don’t have to keep staring at me,” you stated, playfully bumping him with your shoulder.
“Wha– oh, no, uh…. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare,” Peter admitted, then smiled. “You just look really cute.”
If you had been asked, you would have blamed the blush that colored your cheeks on the cold. Flustered, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, and murmured a timid “Thank you.” As it often did, that piece of hair fell into your face again, and before you could fix it again, Peter brushed it away from your face. His fingers lingered on your jawline as he stared into your eyes. Normally, you would shyly look away, but something about the moment held you captivated. Just as Peter began to lean down towards you, Scott hollered “I found it! I found the one!”
When your heads whipped in Scott’s direction, he was pointing furiously at a massive tree as Jean nodded in approval. Peter let out a sigh, before giving you an apologetic smile and saying “That’s my cue.” He took the ax from Kurt, and the tree had fallen within a minute. In an attempt to impress Jean, Scott tried to pick it up and carry it himself, but the thing was massive. With a wave of her hand, Jean caused the tree to levitate, and Kurt teleported you all back to the school. He wasted no time in gathering the boxes of ornaments, and Jean, Scott, and Jubilee began helping him decorate the tree. You hung back, opting to lean against a nearby door frame and watch them, as you lamented on what had happened between you and Peter.
He was going to kiss you. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind of that. Well, maybe…. No, no, he was definitely going to kiss you. And you were going to murder Scott for interrupting you.
You felt a small gust of wind beside you, and turned to find Peter leaning against the opposite side of the doorframe, smiling at you.
“Not much for decorating trees, huh?”
You shrugged, “Just didn’t really feel like it. What about you?”
“I’ve got other things on my mind,” Peter stated, and you could swear you saw something in his eyes that let you know that you were the other things on his mind. The two of you stared at each other for a few moments, but you both turned when you saw Jean walking towards you.
“Christ, they’re the most interrupting couple…” Peter muttered under his breath, but returned Jean’s smile.
“You know,” Jean said slowly, “it’s basically a Christmas law that you’ve got to kiss if you’re underneath a mistletoe.”
Your brows furrowed together, as you knew there hadn’t been a mistletoe anywhere near you. But when you looked up, you saw one hanging from the door frame. The proud smirk on Jean’s face let you know that she had put it there while you and Peter had been busy staring at one another, and she winked at you both before returning to the tree.
“Well, I mean, she’s right,” Peter said, shrugging and trying to hide a grin. “I’d hate to break that law.”
“I would, too,” you agreed, also attempting to suppress your smile. Agonizingly slowly, Peter began to lean down towards you.
“It would be a crime to not kiss such a gorgeous person when the opportunity presented itself,” he mumbled, with his lips a hair’s breadth away from yours. That caused your smile to reveal itself, just as Peter closed the gap between your lips.
The kiss was dizzying. Your mind went completely blank, and upon instinct, you wrapped your arms around your neck, and he wrapped his around your waist, pushing you back against the door frame.
After a few moments, you heard loud wolf whistles from Scott and Jubilee. That caused both of you to smile widely into the kiss, and Peter pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours.
“You look better in my jacket than I do,” Peter observed, tugging lightly on the collar of the garment.
“You think so?”
“Then show me.”
Peter smiled again, before leaning down to press another mystifying kiss to your lips.
Being Wade Wilson’s sister, and a member of the X-Men would include…
Warning: Curse words
Hanging out with Ellie a lot before you joined the X-Men, since she was the only girl around your age that you knew
Your mutant powers being pyrokinesis and awesome fourth-wall breaking
Having a bunch of inside jokes with Wade“Imagine how many years we have till Professor X starts to look like Patrick Stewart.”
Colossus, seeing that Wade was never going to agree to join the X-Men, went onto pestering the next best person to join the team: Deadpool’s little sister. You.
“Y/n, X-Mansion has great opportunities. You will make many friends there.”
Your older brother absolutely forbidding it. There is no way in hell his baby sister is ever joining the X-Men
But you don’t see what his big problem is with the X-Men, so you accept Colossus’ offer (Secretly, of course)
“When can I join?”
The Professor being genuinely pleased when you ask to join the team; he knows how many times your big brother has refused his offers to be recruited
And Wade losing his fucking mind when he finds out that you joined the X-Men
“Like fuck I’m going to let my baby sister go to the Neverland Academy of sadistic fu-” “Wade, you really need to stop swearing so much.”
The team instantly warming up to you and your sarcasm (A trait that both you and Wade share)
Pestering them to tell you all of the details about their huge battle with Apocalypse; an event that you sadly missed out on
“Was he scary? Did any of you get his autograph?”
And them pestering you on what it’s like being the little sister of the Merc with a Mouth.
Inviting your brother to come train with you and the X-Men, an offer that he always refuses
“I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again, Y/n. I am not stepping foot into that building.”
Taking Kurt to the mall with the group, and trying to immerse him in modern American culture
“Kurt, this is Beyoncé. She’s like the queen of pop.”
Peter Maximoff constantly flirting with you, all the time. It’s like he lives off of stupid pick-up lines
So you have to keep constantly reminding him that your older brother has shish-kebabed a man with a lamp post before
But, of course, that does nothing to deter the young speedster
Having different days of the week that are specially dedicated to different activities with the X-Men
Mondays are mainly for study sessions with the group. Professor X insists that you guys set away at least one day for just studying. But it usually doesn’t go very well, since Kurt is the only one who actually does any learning
“Hey, Scott, I bet I can spit a paper wad further than you can-” “Oh, bring it on!”
Sometimes you’ll just sit in the courtyard while the guys continue to argue about which class the group should be studying
Tuesdays are training days. Well, technically every day is a training day (Except for the weekends), but on Tuesdays, Mystique pushes all of you to your limits, while Hank just stands in the corner, awkwardly giving you guys mini pep talks
“Everyone, ten more laps around the oval!” “You’re all doing great, keep, um, keep on going.”
Wednesdays are the days for outdoor sports with the team. Baseball, hockey, lacrosse, soccer. Any sport that needed a team, and was played outside, was for Wednesdays. You even played dodge-ball every now and then, though sometimes it got a little too competitive.
“Kurt, you can’t teleport during the game, that’s cheating.”
Thursdays are baking days, where you and the team usually just try your best to make sure you don’t burn the entire kitchen down. If you’re lucky, you’ll all manage to only break a few things
“Peter, wait, no- Pietro Django Maximoff, don’t you dare throw that flour.”
Fridays are for Names night, where you all gather in the living room to play board games, like Monopoly, Snakes & Ladders and Cluedo. It gets way more competitive than it really should
“He cheated! By order of the court, he must be executed.”
“Jean, we’re playing Scrabble, calm down.”
Saturdays are Girl’s Night for you, Jean, Ororo and Jubilee, where the four of you all hang out in your bedroom, and just watch Netflix, gossip, eat loads of junk food, and just basically do everything that should be done in an awesome sleepover party. It’s also the day where the guys all have their Guy’s Night, and do who knows what in the living room.
But you all end up hanging out with each other by the end of the day, so it always turns out as a Boy’s and Girl’s Night, which is huge fun
Because you all end up sitting on the couch, fighting over what to watch on the massive TV
“So it’s agreed? We’re all going to watch The Notebook?” “Jubilee, we’ve all gone through this before! You’ve literally forced us to watch The Notebook every time we hang out. And, anyways, I thought you guys said we could watch The Ring.” “Oh god, not another horror movie, Scott. Can’t we just watch something nice for once? Like Parks and Recreatio-” “Y/n, no!”
And Sundays are the days where you and the X-Men all go out to the mall and just hang out. Jubilee usually drags you all around to clothes stores, while you mainly go to the food court to buy chimichangas for Wade
“I don’t know which one to get him, though. Super size, or party size?”