Imagine: Being found by Logan and he takes you to Xavier who realizes you have both telekinesis and pyrokinesis. [x] [x]
Charles: Welcome, Y/N. I hope the journey was pleasant. Y/N: You can read my mind- don’t you know? *smiles* Charles: I would never read your mind without your permission, Y/N. We need to trust each other if you’re going to be a student here. Y/N: Okay. And, the journey was great. *pauses* Logan says you’re going to train my mutation… Is that true? Charles: If I can help you, Y/N, I will.
You feel like you’re viewing everything
from a great distance as you sit, curled into a corner of the couch, staring at
a closed book on your lap, tears still welling in your eyes. Alex enters the
room, and you can sense his presence without looking up. He comes to sit at the
other end of the couch, still tense.
“Hey, baby. Something’s come up at the
mansion,” he starts warily. “They asked
if I could help them out, so I’m-”
“Gonna be gone for a while?” You interrupt
him, still staring blankly at the cover of the book. “Yeah. I heard.” The
tension in the room is so thick it’s hard to breathe
“It’s,” He takes a deep, shaky breath.
“It’s not what you think. It’s not what it sounds like, I promise.”
“How could it not be what it sounds like? God,
Alex. You’re going to war in a few
months. You could die and I’d lose you forever and you can’t find in you to
spend these last few months with me. Fucking how else am I supposed to
interpret ‘I can’t be around her’. You could’ve fucking talked to me about it.”
By the time you finish, you’ve given up trying not to cry in front of him and
your voice is shaking, and he physically flinches, but you don’t care. Why
shouldn’t he be hurting too?
“Because you’re not like me” the words
explode out of him, your pain and bitterness sparking his own. “We are
fundamentally different. What was I supposed to say? ‘Good morning, sweetheart.
Lovely day, isn’t it, oh and by the way, I could lose control and kill you
painfully at any moment. Shall we go out to brunch?’” He’s on his feet now,
pacing across the room. “Jesus fucking Christ, I can talk and talk and talk but you can’t understand how this
feels because you’re normal. I’m a
fucking weapon and being around you is like balancing on a razor because if I
slip up, everything literally blows up around me, and I can’t think about
anything else because it’s not something I can fix, it’s just what I am.”
“Just because I’m not a mutant doesn’t mean
I can help how I was born any more than you could.” You snap back, rising from
the couch. “I’m fucking sorry that the world is afraid of you. I’m sorry that people are so shitty and
divisive about people who are different, but I have never ever given you a reason to think I would walk out on you because of
something you can’t change. Fine. We’re fundamentally different. But you didn’t
even try to talk to me about it. I love you so much. I would do anything for you. Is it really so hard
to believe that I could help you with this?”
“Sympathy and empathy are two very
different things and you fucking know it.” Alex’s voice is flat and cutting. “Sure
you could feel sorry for me but, but pity is as good as revulsion, and you still can’t
possibly know what I go through every goddamn day. I’m deadly. I’ve killed people and I don’t know how to come home to you
with that eating away at me every second of every day. I don’t know who I am
anymore without this-this poison I
carry around with me.” The rage in his expression is ice cold, his eyes
desperate and furious. “I’m one of the ‘dangerous ones’ and I don’t know how to
be around someone who’s not.”
There are still tears running down your
face, but your voice is cold and ugly, a stark contrast to your explosive pain from
only moments ago.
“You’re right. I probably don’t understand.
Maybe I can’t understand, but maybe I don’t need to understand something to
want to make it better for you. Just because I don’t understand something on
the same level you feel it doesn’t mean I can’t try to make it hurt less for
you.” You sound hollow. You feel
hollow. Everything about this fight has burned you out, and you can barely find
the strength to remain upright, much less sustain the all-consuming anguish that
had been fuelling your ire. “But clearly I don’t get a say in this.” You cross
the room, heading for the bedroom but you pause just before you exit. “Don’t
worry, you’re not the only one who wants some space right now.” You spit, venom
lacing your tone. As you shut the door behind you, your legs give way and you
collapse against it, sliding to the ground and hugging your knees to you as
your body is racked with silent, choking sobs.
gif sources: [x][x][x] not requested: This drabble is based off of the song Single - The Neighbourhood, only pieces of the song are used. I would recommend listening to it, honestly the first time I heard it all I could think of was making out with Peter Maximoff. Sorry it’s a bit of a mess but I’d really appreciate it if you left me some feedback!
Peter Maximoff x Reader
I don’t know if we should be alone together I still got a crush, that’s obvious If nobody’s around, what’s stopping us? Everywhere I go you show, whatever I don’t ever mind sharing oxygen I just wanna get lost in your lungs
Being left in a room together was gruelling, especially when you looked like that with your flamboyant smile, contagious laugh, soft curves, mesmerising looks and ethereal presence.
You looked up at Peter with your bottom lip between your teeth and teasing look in your eye that broke Peter’s restraint. Not a second later did he have you no longer sitting on the love-seat located in the library, but on his lap.
“Peter no, we could get caught,” you search the room with frantic eyes look for the presence of anyone.
“Nobody’s here baby girl, it just us. There’s nothing stopping us.” He moves his face closer with each word spoken, eyes completely focused on your plump lips until his own brush against them. He watches as your eyelids flutter shut at the sensation, still not used to the way your body reacts to even the briefest of his touches.
The thing about your relationship was that it’s a secret and with a telepath for friend that was exceptionally hard, but the two of you managed. So that resulted in lots of sneaking around, stolen kisses and effective use of Peter’s speed. The pair of you didn’t particularly want to hide your relationship but found it necessary as you were unsure how your friends would react to the large age gap.
Reasoning evaded your mind with the sensation of his lips against yours. You melted into the kiss, lips moulding together softly, relishing in the way your kisses felt like a breath of fresh air and the way his scent invaded your senses, intoxicating you and the way his kiss leaves your heart rate spiked and a shiver of delight rolling down your back. You’re still perched on his lap, one hand snaking up his neck, threading your fingers through the silky hair at the base of his neck, pulling him closer to you and the other resting on his chest over his heart. The two of you continued to get lost in one another, re-discovering and tracing parts of each other you were already so familiar with. Peter’s hands reposition from your hips to cup your face, deepening the kiss leaving you spiralling into pit of desperate passion.
Peter’s tongue nudged your lower lip as you parted them, allowing his tongue to prod your mouth, exploring it and relishing in the way you unintentionally grind down on him as he does so, electing a low moan from his pink lips and a gasp from yours.
Fuck did this boy know how to kiss.
From that point the kiss became feverish, fuelled by passion, lust and raw hunger for one another. There was no other way to describe it other than intense and hot.
You both pulled away due to oxygen deprivation, but within seconds Peter was trailing kisses along your jaw, down your neck and across your collarbone before coming back up your neck and nipping on the sensitive skin there.
Peter can’t help but look up at you from his place on your neck and feel utter adoration for the girl on his lap. He continues to plant small hickies on your neck, ones he know will be a bitch to cover in the morning however he can’t help but wish people were aware of your relationship.
He knows that if things continue the way they are with the teasing gestures of batting your eye lashes, biting your lip and his lingering stares it won’t remain a secret much longer as you’re driving him crazy. Yes you tease him from time to time, but half the time what you do to drive him crazy is unintentional on your part. He can’t help but stare at you as you enter the room because, as clichè as it is, you light whatever room you walk into up. He hangs on your every word loving the way your lips move as you pronounce each word, he is hypnotised by your little quirks that add to your beauty. He longs for your relationship to be public, not caring what others will think as he’s not sure how much longer he can see you laughing at Scott’s lame attempts at jokes, knowing it could be him making you cry with laughter, watching as your eyes light up and you attempt to muffle your laughter and grin by covering your mouth. You constantly have his attention, and he wants every one to know you’re his.
I don’t think that we should be around each other When you’re in the room, you get my eyes You open your mouth, I’m hypnotized I can make you laugh until you cry You know you got all my attention You know you got all mine
Request: “Hi I love your imagines so much! I was wondering if you could do a Peter imagine where Peter and the reader are dating but nobody knows but one day Peter is using his powers and he accidentally bumps into you and he falls and he makes some corny joke about how the reader knocked them off their feet and then kisses them in front of everyone, so everybody is just like when tf did you guys happen”
A/N: Sorry it’s so short!
You were standing outside Xavier’s, the sun shining and the bright green leaves of trees fluttering gently in the breeze. You were laughing along with Jubilation, Kurt, and Jean, Jubilation telling the two of you a funny story of Scott in science class while Scott frowned, his arms folded sternly.
“So, then he trips over the desk, falling flat on his face. Everyone flips out, expecting his glasses to come off and his powers to explode the side of the building. One of the snotty girls fell right on her face, it was hilarious. I wish you guys had seen it.”
“It wasn’t that bad,” Scott muttered. Kurt grinned, flicking his tail.
“"It vhas kind of funny,” he commented. Scott sighed, face palming as you laughed.
Jubliation opened her mouth continue, but a gust of silver wind whipped past the five of you, knocking you off your feet. You stretched out your hands, expecting to land on the grass, but instead found yourself in the arms of your secret boyfriend, Peter Maximoff.
“Well, I guess I did knock you off your feet,” Peter joked. You laughed, pulling him in for a soft kiss. You could hear Jubilation and Jean’s gasps of surprise, their mouths dropping open. Kurt just stared, Scott whispering, “"Dude.”
“When did you two happen?” Jubilation asked sharply, her eyebrows raised.
“Oh, what? A couple months ago?” You grinned, taking Peter’s hand in yours.
“Ready for our date?” Peter asked, motioning toward the school. You nodded, waving goodbye to your friends.
“See you later.”
You walked off with Peter, chuckling when you heard Jean punch Scott, Jubliation cackling when Scott complained, rubbing his shoulder.
“I told you they were together! You owe me five bucks.” Jean said.
“We should’ve just told them from the start,” Peter mused. You shook your head, smiling.
For anon and @fandomblitch…look at this blue cutie pie sipping his cute little cup of tea! Enjoy!
Your body was curled ever so slightly as you continued to walk slightly behind Storm, though a bit ahead of Scott and Kurt. You were really regretting coming to this Haunted House in the first place. The room flashed bright again, revealing several ‘ghostly’ figures planted around the rickety mansion. You squealed in surprise once again.
“Who knew you were so jumpy?” Scott chided playfully. “All of you,” you snapped back, “I told you I don’t like Haunted Houses.” “But it’s Halloween,” Jean chimed in, “You’re supposed to be scared.” You raised a hopeful gaze to the redhead. “Are you scared?” Jean attempted to lie, “Terrified.” You momentarily pouted. “You’re a terrible liar, but thanks for trying.” “Relax, Y/N,” Storm attempted, “These things aren’t so scary.”
The room flashed bright once again as the group ascended the stairs. You shut your eyes tight, not wanting to see what shadows loomed near you. Your arms were coiled around your stomach. Slowly, you peeked open your eyes. A short breath of relief past your lips to see no sign of a dummy or worker in a costume.
Just as the five of you reached the top of the stairs, a worker jumped out. He was wearing makeup that made his flesh look as if it were green and riddled with boils. A fake axe stuck from his shoulder. He groaned, loudly, in character right in front of you. Terrified, you shut your eyes and latched onto Kurt, who just happened to be standing behind you.
Kurt gripped you tightly as you shook in his arms. The other three were only a bit farther ahead, stopping at the sound of your most recent scream. Scott repressed a smirk before Jean slapped the back of his head.
The gentle boy rubbed your back soothingly. The worker, slightly ashamed at scaring you so much, walked away to reset his position.
“It is alright,” he cooed, “He is gone.” “P-P-Promise?” you stuttered out. Kurt nodded. “Promise.” You timidly turned your head from Kurt’s chest to glance around you. You relaxed, but only slightly. Kurt was still rubbing your back. “There is nothing to fear Y/N,” he soothed, “None of this is real. We are safe; no harm will come to us.” You nodded. “You may hold my hand as we continue if you would like,” he suggested.
You nodded again, blush creeping up your neck. You were suddenly thankful for the darkness. As you stopped trembling, Kurt began to lead you toward the others. Once you were caught up, the group continued the haunted tour.
After another half hour of yelping and squeezing Kurt’s hand, the five of you reached the end of the tour. Jean, Scott, and Storm were grinning. Scott rambled on about some things he saw that he thought no one else noticed. You remained quiet, not realizing you were still holding Kurt’s hand. He didn’t mind in the least.
“Are you doing alright?” he asked quietly, remaining a few steps behind the other three. “Yes, thank you,” you replied, cheeks turning rosy again, “That was very kind of you.” He smiled softly, bowing his head. “Maybe, but I am just happy you are okay.” A sudden burst of courage burst through your chest. Swiftly, you pecked his cheek. His blue cheeks darkened slightly. “What was that for?” he murmured shyly. “Because I like you…” you replied just as sheepishly.
Grinning, Kurt gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. You may hate Haunted Houses, but a part of you was glad you ended up going.
A\N: So I tried really hard to get this right. If this offends someone, that was not the intention.
you maybe do a Peter Maximoff imagine where the reader’s very skinny and self-conscious
about it? Please and thanks!”
across the great expanse of grass to the group of girls sitting down and
talking animatedly with each other. You looked at their full and curvy structure,
their beautiful frames lodging a feeling of insecurity in your throat. You
forced your gaze back to your textbook, subconsciously pulling your jacket
closer to yourself. You tried your best to ignore that group of girls who
represented something you could never be but you couldn’t help but flicker your
eyes to them from time to time, noticing and identifying the flaws within you.
You glanced up
again but this time your gaze was met by a pair of brown eyes and someone with
very shaggy silver hair. You immediately retracted your head and yelped in
into a huge smile at your exclamation. “Hey [Y\N]! What’s up?”
you shrugged with a hitch in your voice, looking back at the textbook. “I was just
um studying up.”
said, still not looking up.
“If you stare at that book any harder it’s gonna have a hole right over here,” Peter softly said placing his finger in the centre. “What’s wrong darling?”
You sighed finally looking at him. “Nothing is wrong Pete.”
You again looked at the group of girls and Peter saw where your gaze was directed. He looked over his shoulder at them and realisation dawned on his face. He knew you too well. He scooted over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist causing you to rest your head on his shoulder.
“You’re comparing yourself to them aren’t you? I can see it clearly on your face.” He put his hand over yours, squeezing it gently. “You’re beautiful as you are, you know that right?”
“I’m not Peter, open your eyes.” It was hard to get the words out. “I’m just this…I’m so……PLAIN. And they look so pretty while I look….PLAIN.”
You let out a frustrated groan. “What I am is not enough! I’m not comfortable in my own skin. So many people have told me about how skinny I am, it doubles my insecurity! Because of feeling this way I have to wear baggy pants, shirts, hoodies and whatnot. And I am so sick of it!!”
He tightened his arms around. “You have to stop thinking about yourself like that. You are enough as you are. You don’t need to be more than what you are. And who cares about people? They always say stupid stuff! There was once a guy who said that my hair reminded him of- that’s not the point! The point is that the things you hate about yourself make you, you. And I love you. And I don’t want that to change ever. Does that make sense? Or did I just waste 10 seconds of your life?”
You entwined your fingers with his. “The time I spend with you is never wasted. And you mean all that? All the things you said?”
“Every word. If you don’t believe me, I’ll get Kurt! He’s always honest.”
“No no! Your word is enough. Thank you Peter. I really needed that.”
He pressed his lips to your forehead as you loosened your grip on your jacket. Gotta start small.
13. “I’m always here for you. Remember that, alright?”
“Do you vant to zalk about it?” Kurt asked softly, taking a seat in front of you on the bed.
“Not really.” You murmured quietly, sniffling slightly.
He sighed. He knew he shouldn’t push you to talk. But with every tear you shed, he could feel his heart break.
His tail came to rest on your back, rubbing up and down in a soothing manner. One of his hands reached up to your face, where it traced the skin and wiped your tears away. The other moved to hold one of your own.
As you looked up at him, he couldn’t help but to study your face. Your cheeks were soaked, and your eyes were puffy. The sight of you so unhappy was enough to shatter him. His eyebrows knitted together, and his face was one that expressed concern. Despite what most people would think, Kurt was the most altruistic and selfless person there was. Though he was a little apprehensive, you could tell he was still trying his best to make you feel better.
“Sie sind so schön.” He whispered. “Und so geliebt.” You are so beautiful. And so loved.
He pressed his forehead against yours, and he hesitated slightly before his lips briefly touched your nose. And then your cheeks. And then down, and down, until he met your lips. The small laugh you gave him was enough to send butterflies into his stomach.
“I’m tired, Kurt.”
“I know, liebling. You should get some rest.”
He shifted on the bed, making space for the both of you to lay down. It wasn’t long until you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. You turned to face Kurt and buried your face into his chest, breathing in his wonderful scent.
“Thank you, Kurt, for this.”
“Hey, I’m alvays here for you. Remember zhat, alright?”
A/N: Ok, I got the German from google so someone correct me if it’s wrong. This was so fun to write. I love Kurt omg. Also sorry for not posting any sooner. I was at comic con, and I’m going again tomorrow. Pray for ya girl.
fRequest: Hank mccoy x reader where they both worked in the lab together before first class and are both mutants and reader secretly loves him but then Charles recruits them both and reader thinks they lost their chance to raven
A/N: YAY! Back to having wifi and updating more!!
You’d known Hank for forever, or at least what felt like forever, I mean when you work with someone practically everyday for two years, well, they become part of your life. You’d had time to memorize every detail about him, his small smiles, the way he fixed his glasses when he was nervous, how he bit his lip to keep from laughing at bad times, and the cute dorky wink he’d always give you when you discovered something new at the lab. He knew you well too. All your tell tale signs when you were mad, or down, he was there to pick you up and keep you laughing. Plus, you’d shared your biggest secret with him, about your mutation, and he’d shared his with you.
You’d been best friends for so long, but to you he’d always been more. I mean, when you were sick one day and couldn’t meet him at the lab to work, the minuet after he got off the clock he drove to your apartment and dropped off your favorite soup and even offered to stay and watch movies with you. You’d laughed and told him it way okay, he didn’t have to stay, because there was no need for you to both get sick. That was almost a step beyond friendship and even though the soup was way too salty to eat, he had made it for you himself, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach flutter at the thought of him caring for you so much. Over time you fell in love with his dorky grin, when he took your hands and spun you both around the lab at a breakthrough in the science you’d been working on, and the fact that he always laughed at your jokes even when they sucked because he was too nice not to. You’d fallen in love with him.
“I can’t believe we are doing this.” You turned your head to glance at Hank.
“I know!” He flashed a wide grin back causing you to smile.
“Believe it, you both will make an excellent addition to our team.” Charles Xavier turned to face you. About a week ago Hank and you had been at work like any other day when you’d received a call from the Professor complementing your work in science and inviting you to stay at the mansion and become part of his team. He of course knew about both of your abilities. Hank had been so excited about the call the moment he put down the phone he’d turned to you, who’d been leaning on his shoulder trying to listen into the conversation, and picked you up off the ground, spinning you in a hug. Of course, he set you down a moment later, blushing furiously, but the hug had left you smiling for what felt like days. “Welcome to the Mansion.” Charles gestured towards the two broad double doors, and you and Hank pushed you way inside.
“I can’t believe you came up with this that’s incredible.” You rolled your eyes without looking up from your book at the sound of Raven’s words.
“Y-ya it took a while, but I figured it out eventually.” Hank stumbled over his words. You were in the library again. Slouched in a large arm chair trying, and failing, to pay attention to the book you were holding. Hank was next to you on a couch, which Raven was now leaning across towards him, flipping through pages of his research. You’d been living at the mansion for some time now and you both had settled and the excitement of being recruited had dulled a bit, although the place was still surreal. Now however, you and Hank seemed more distant. You’d gone from spending every day together to meeting a few times a week to bounce ideas off each other. You’d both taken up individual projects and were swamped with work, but it didn’t help the ache in your chest that missed the jokes you used to share. This moment was meant to be one of your, now limited, meetings as well, but Raven had walked into the library occupying Hanks attention and your study time.
Don’t get me wrong, you loved the girl, she was a blast to hang out with, but more than that you missed Hank and you felt anything you might of had was lost. You let out a sigh and closed your book standing up and stretching your arms to the ceiling.
“I think I’m going to take a quick walk outside.” You said to Hank. He opened his mouth to say something, but then shut it. You stared at him a moment longer wishing he would ask you to stay even if it was only to go over the data he collected, but when he didn’t you felt your hopes fall a bit as you turned an left.
You made your way out the courtyard and took a seat of the marble ledge above the grounds swinging your feet over the edge. You elbows rested on your thighs and your chin sat on the heel of your palms. You couldn’t help but feel a little defeated. You closed your eyes enjoying the silence for a moment before a voice broke through it.
“(Y/N)?” You recognized the hesitant tone immediately and turned slowly to find Hank standing behind you, hands shoved in pockets.
“Hey partner.” You gave him a small closed mouth smile squinting against the sun.
“Hey.” He breathed out sitting next to you and facing the large grassy area as well.
“I-” You both spoke at the same time and then paused for a moment before laughing just like you used to.
“I’m sorry.” Hank finally said before you could speak.
“Me too.” You replied.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He dropped his gaze to his thumbs which he was tapping on the smooth stone. Nervous, you thought to yourself, you could still read him like a book. “I don’t know what happened, it was always just us and then so much stuff got in the way, I-I miss being with you…” He trailed off, but you knew he was genuinely sorry and you felt your chest lighten a little.
“I miss it too.” You smiled at him, blush warming your face.
“From now on I’m gonna try harder for-for us.” You laughed at the way he knit his brows in determination, but mostly you smiled at the fact that he said us. Maybe after all of this time of you falling for him, he’d begun to fall for you.
Nicknamed both the ‘Superior Homos’ and the more inclusive ‘Queer Club’.
Run by Ororo Munroe who has a secret crush on Jean and not-so-secret crush on Mystique.
Is also NB with no preference for pronouns.
Is both terrifying and gorgeous and half of the school has a crush on them.
Will fight anyone who disrespects her friends in any way.
Young students questioning their identities will come to them for advice and they’re really very sweet, kind and understanding, always willing to help.
Is the only person to have as many detentions as Peter, even though neither of them are technically students.
Speaking of; Peter ‘I-Can-And-Will-Outrun-The-Gender-Binary’ Maximoff
“What are you?”
“Yeah, but what’s in your pants?”
“??? my legs ??? which I use to run ???”
Uses male pronouns even though he never really feels like a guy.
He doesn’t really feel like anything most of the time.
Spends his time devising new ways to convince Hank to wear shorts.
Gives really bad dating advice.
Accidentally flirts with Ororo at least once a day.
Purposefully flirts with Raven at least once a day.
Is a mess.
Truly a bisexual disaster.
Scott is surprisingly one of the first people to show up.
Was technically a founding member because he punched a kid who called him a slur which inspired Charles to insist on a support network.
Is a trans man but doesn’t talk about it a lot.
Also not straight.
he and Ororo actually become pretty good friends after they offer to paint his nails
she paints them black and peter actually compliments him which is rare
he lends Ororo his clothes when they’re feeling more masculine, even if they’re a bit big on them.
they borrow his jacket sometimes and Scott doesn’t even complain and maybe he has a slight thing for them not that he’d ever say anything.
Kurt is so nervous about his first meeting that he blurts ‘I like everyone!’ when asked.
Followed by ‘I mean, not like that-’ he’s blushing and Scott’s wiggling his eyebrows.
Turns out Kurt’s asexual panromantic and blushes purple.
Is the first person to compliment anyone about anything.
When Ororo explains gender diversity to him he takes a long time to consider himself, but is comfortable in his gender (male).
Always very respectful and asks pronouns whenever a new person joins the group.
Accidentally becomes the best at braiding hair from all his time spent with Jubilee and Jean, despite his lack of fingers.
Jubilee comes for entertainment reasons and also for gay reasons.
She is the self-appointed stylist of the group and helps kids who are transitioning pick outfits when they ask her for help.
Gives the best hugs apart from Kurt.
Has mentally adopted at least half of the club.
Owns at shirt that says ‘Superior Homo’.
Is a hopeless romantic and answers ‘Carrie Fisher’ whenever anyone asks who she likes.
Jean is honestly surprised at how many people like her rather than fear her here.
Mostly she feels like a girl, but sometimes she doesn’t, but doesn’t think about it that much.
On the aromantic-spectrum and doesn’t know how to feel about it.
Is surprisingly nervous when it comes to meetings, and feels as though she’s overstepping her bounds when people ask her for advice because she’s not sure what they want her to know and what she’s accidentally read in their mind without their consent.
To calm her down Kurt starts braiding her hair; there’s something soothing about the repetitive way his nails scrape lightly at her scalp.
In turn she offers to paint his nails, and he always comes to her to tie his tie and button his cuffs in formal wear.
Doesn’t know how to define her attraction because she’s never really certain if it’s her attraction she’s feeling or someone else’s, but she’s pretty sure she’s not straight.
Hank and Raven are officially the teacher liaisons.
And unofficially mom and dad.
Raven is an outspoken bisexual. (#canon)
Hank is ace and uncomfortable with it.
Uncomfortable with most everything actually.
Raven’s gender depends on the day and doesn’t care for pronouns.
Most of the school are terrified of her . She teaches PE and is ruthless.
Both of them do actually enjoy going to meetings and have formed strong friendships with a lot of the members.
Even though she has no patience for him, Raven is always the first person to defend Peter in most situations.
Hank isn’t good at verbal comfort, but will always offer an Awkward Shoulder Pat.
Hank’s rainbow drinks are #confirmed the best.
Raven gets to choose the movie for movie night most of the time because she knows the most queer films and has great taste.
A list of actual thoughts Charles Xavier has had since this club has begun.
“Yes, thank you Peter, I know my ass looks good, but it’s 3am, please go to sleep.”
“Please refrain from speculation about my relationship with Erik, it’s none of your concern.”
“I’m pretty sure Apocalypse wasn’t gay.”
“Alright, fine, I’m fairly certain he wasn’t straight either.”
“I’m sorry, Jubilee, there is no room in the budget for our very own Pride Parade.”
“Hank, I need you and Raven to chaperone the Queer Club to mardi gras… Yes, this is a serious request.”
“Could members of the LGBT+ Club please stop trying to use my telepathy as a microphone to come out to the whole school? It’s just as easy to announce it at breakfast.”
Anon requested: Sentence prompt #69 (“You’re ticklish.”) with Peter Maximoff
I’m on mobile without access to a computer so sorry if the formatting is weird! Also I can’t put in a read more so you’re just going to have to deal with it lol
Peter wasn’t always the easiest person to cheer up, especially after he had to have his leg in a cast. It wasn’t often that he was sad or frustrated or anything other than his usual self, but when it did happen it was pretty bad. He would usually try to seperate himself from the rest of the group despite your efforts to include him.
You didn’t realize that today was one of those days until you reached the common room and didn’t see Peter. Asking the others left you with no further information which meant that he was most likely holed up in his room at the mansion, attempting to distract himself whilst avoiding everyone else. You jogged up the stairs and down the hall to see that your assumptions were correct.
You joined Peter on his bed, lying next to him and wrapping your arm around his waist. As you spoke softly about how his day was going, why he was upset, etcetera, you began to trace small circles on the bare skin that was exposed between his t-shirt and the waistband of his pants. He flinched as you did this which caused you to look up at him with concern.
“Did I hurt you?” You questioned while sitting up and going to further inspect the area. Peter shook his head and moved to cover it.
“No, I just…” Peter shrugged as his sentence trailed off. A devilish grin spread across your face as you realized what the real reason was. Peter looked concerned.
“You’re ticklish.” You declared. With this, you begun ticking everywhere you could think, being careful not to mess up his leg. He attempted to retaliate, but he couldn’t do much from his position and his restricted movement due to the cast.
The one-sided tickle fight did not last long; both of you were worn out after a few minutes. You flopped back down onto the bed, your face close to the silver-haired boy’s. He closed the distance between you with a soft kiss, leaving both of you smiling when you pulled away. Evidently, you had finally found an effective method to cheer him up - if not both of you.
Hope you enjoyed it! Sorry if you didn’t. I’m not sure if I wrote Peter very well since I’ve never written him before, so feel free to send me your thoughts. (Seriously, drag me. I need it.) Apparently I heavily rely on commas. Thanks for reading ♡