i know you and xavier are dating

NerdImagines Masterlist #2 - Feb.2017

Hi guys, this is an updated masterlist as of 08/02/2017 as my old masterlist has practically nothing on it compared to this. Let me know if you have any problems accessing anything etc. and um, enjoy :) x

NSFW A-Z Headcannons - Full Alphabet

A - B - C - D - E - F - G - H - I - J - K - L - M - N - O - P - Q - R - S - T - U - V - W - X - Y - Z

X Men

Hank McCoy Headcannons

Being Cute

Sexy Times *

Sexy Times 

Fighting 

Getting Together 

Sparring/ Training 

Having Babies

Trying For Babies (Part 1) * (Part 2) *

Confessing Your Feelings

Christmas

First Date


Charles Xavier Headcannons

Getting Steamy*

Fighting *

Having Babies

First Time*

Charles Xavier Imagines

I of the Storm

“No Promises”*

“Class Dismissed”*


Alex Summers Headcannons

Sex*

Cuddles


Peter Maximoff Headcannons

Dating

Sex*

Cuddles

Proposing


Sean Cassidy Headcannons

Best Friends

Dating/ Cuddling


Piotr Rasputin/ Colossus Headcannons

Dating

Cuddles

Watching him Sketch


Erik Lehnsherr Headcannons

Sex*

Dating*


Kurt Wagner Headcannons

Fights

Sex*

Kurt Wagner Imagines

Sensitive Tail *


Warren Worthington III Headcannons

Dating

Sex*


Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Getting Steamy*

Dating

Comatose-Chapter 4

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

Song: What Now by Rhianna

Been ignoring this big lump in my throat

I shouldn’t be crying, tears were for the weaker

days I’m stronger, know what, so I say

That’s something missing

Sliding down the wall outside the compound, breath coming out in short sharp pants, your eyes are wild with panic. You’re mumbling incoherently, trying your best to reign in your fraying sanity.

“(Y/N), sweetheart, look at me.” Logan’s voice punches through the panic. “Focus on me,” he says as your gaze snaps to his. “Take a deep breath.”

You do as he asks.

“Find your anchor.”

You reach inside yourself, searching for something to root you in reality. Anything would do at this point, a memory snaps into focus;

“(Y/N)” Charles says, “Your power is yours to control.” He draws soothing circles on your back, helping you focus. “You control the power, it does not control you,” he continues. “You are stronger than your emotions, you are not weak, it cannot break you.”

“Brother,” you whisper. “I am afraid.”

“I know, and that is where your power lies.” A wide smile spreading across his face

Whatever it is, it feels like it’s laughing at me through the glass of a two-sided mirror

Whatever it is, it’s just sitting there laughing at me

And I just wanna scream

Your breathing slowly calms, vision coming back into focus. Searching for Logan’s hand, using it to anchor yourself back in the present. “Logan,” your  voice croaks.

“I’m right here. Not going anywhere.”

Relief floods through you. He isn’t going to leave you, not again. Not like last time.

“Are you alrigh’ now? Do you need another minute?” Concern laces Logan’s tone.

“No,” you reply shakily. “No, I’m okay now. Take me home please.”

You’re exhausted, struggling to make sense of the last few days. You want to curl into a ball and cry, bury your head beneath the covers and sleep away the pain filling your soul. You need time to pick up the shattered pieces of your heart, and you haven’t a clue how to fix this. To fix yourself. You want to run, far far away, where no one knows you or Bucky. You need to outrun the pain, the fear, the thisness of what you are feeling. But there’s nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, no way to escape without shutting it all off.

“Alrigh’, sweetheart. Let’s get ya home.” Logan hauls you to your feet, but you completely miss the concerned way he keeps glancing at you.

There’s no one to call cause I’m just playing games with them all

The more I swear I’m happy, the more that I’m feeling alone

‘Cause I spent every hour just going through the motions

I can’t even get the emotions to come out

Dry as a bone, but I just wanna shout

When you get home, Logan strips you down and ushers you toward the shower.

You’re comatose.

Numb. A walking zombie. You couldn’t care less about your surroundings.

“In ya go,” he grumbles as he maneuvers you under the spray. “You’ll feel better after a shower. Yell or somethin’  when you’re done,” he huffs and exits the bathroom.

He’d stripped you naked, placed you beneath the water, and you hadn’t even noticed. Staring blankly at the tiled shower wall, you will yourself to feel something – anything – but there’s a barrier keeping the emotion out. You can’t get through. You scratch and claw at your mind, but nothing is coming out. Your dry as a bone, nothing left to give. You can’t even cry.

What’s happening to me? you wonder as you sink to the floor. Why can’t I feel anything? Especially as the pain had been so strong, so present, less than an hour ago.

Time passed, the water ran cold, but you can’t bring yourself to move. You don’t know how long you have been sitting there, shivering in the shower, until an angry Logan hauls you out and wraps you in an oversized towel. He rubs you down so viciously, he nearly takes a layer of skin off. Still, you feel nothing.  

“Dammit, (Y/N)! You’re gonna catch your death pulling shit like this!” he admonishes you, a roughness to his voice that barely pierces your veil of numbness. Pulling an oversized t-shirt over your head he snaps, “What were ya thinking?”

You don’t answer, content to stare blankly at him.

He mutters a quick, “Fuck!” as he picks you up and carries you to the unmade bed. Dumping  you -unceremoniously on top of its unmade surface, he pulls the covers to your chin and tucks you in, distractedly kissing the top of your head.

“Sleep. Things will look better in the morning,” he tells you and you nod absently.   

“Logan,” you call, and he turns to face you. “Thank you,” you say. He nods gruffly and leaves, closing the door. You lay there, broken and hollowed out, for what feels like days when you hear Logan making a call.

“Professor,” he rumbles. “She ain’t okay. She’s retreated into herself, and she ain’t snapping out of it.” He sounds panicked. Most likely thinking about Jean and how she had done the same before he’d been forced to ‘save’ her from herself. “I dunno what to do.” He listens intently for a few seconds, before finally grumbling, “Yeah, I’ll try. See ya in a few days.”

The silence that follows is suffocating, spreading through you, threatening to break the final threads of your sanity.

Logan clicks open the door and sighs when he sees you curled on your side, facing away from him. There is the sound of cotton rustling, his shirt coming off, and a clank when his belt buckle follows taking his pants to the floor. He climbs in behind you, pulling you into him by the waist, and tucks his knees into the back of yours. The coarse hair on his legs tickles, while the heat of his skin makes you sigh.

Burying his head in the crook of your neck, nose brushing along your skin, he growls a deep, content sound,  and your entire body relaxes.

What now? I just can’t figure it out

What now? I guess I’ll just wait it out

What now? Somebody tell me

What now?

Basking in the familiarity that is The Wolverine, you breath in his woodsy scent and pull his arms tighter around you. Safe. It’s the last thing you think as you fall into a deep, dreamless sleep. I’m safe.

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Wanda: I was playing with my magic and they just….happened. We’re still trying to get fork and spike dents out of Vision today.

Erik: I let you date the robot for this specific reason and it still happens.

Charles Xavier!daughter

Hey hon!! Could you please write an imagine where the Charles Xavier (the reader father) finds out that she’s dating Peter Maximoff?


You walked out of your bedroom and made your way to the large kitchen. “Good morning, Y/N,” your Dad’s voice rang in the kitchen. “Ready for class today?”

“Depends, do I get to teach today or are you making me sit in class again,” you quipped.”

“You may have good control over you power, Y/N, but you are 16. I don’t know if you are ready to teach yet.”

You lifted your hand and let the sparks fly between your fingers. “You don’t think I’m ready to teach but I don’t think I need to sit and listen to the same exact things that you told me as I grew up,” you exclaimed. “That’s how I got control over my powers in the first place. And, the kids here hardly talk to me unless they need my help because they know I’m in control and they’re freaked out that I’ll run and rat them out to you.” “Perks” of having your Dad be the founder of the school.

“Well, I know it’s been harder for you lately, which is why I’ve invited Peter to the school. He’ll be here tonight, actually.”

“Peter…Peter Maximoff? Erik’s son, Peter?”

“Yes, I spoke with him and we both agreed that he belong here. He’s coming to learn how to use his abilities better and train for the X-Men. Now you’ll have a friend here,” your Dad smiled and turned to leave. “See you in class.”

You cursed under your breath, grabbed your breakfast, and got ready to avoid the problem coming.

******

You were bouncing around the office, dealing with paperwork, when the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” you yelled and ran to the door. You blew past your Dad and answered the door, seeing Peter’s smiling face. “Hi, Peter,” you said tensely. “Welcome, let me show you to your room,” you grabbed his arm and lead him upstairs, quickly.

“Didn’t know you were so eager to get me in bed,” he joked when you closed the door to his new room.

“Stop it,” you pointed at him. “Why did you agree to come here without calling and telling me first?!”

“Your dad didn’t really give me the option, it was really on the spot. Plus, I thought it’d be nice to be together rather than rely on calls and seeing each other on the weekends.”

“It is nice, babe, but my dad doesn’t know about us, remember? We were going to keep it a secret until things between our dads calmed down a little bit.”

“I know but we still don’t have to tell him.”

“Pete,” you threw your head into your hands, “he’s a telepath. He reads minds for a living.”

“Yeah but he doesn’t read our minds unless something is wrong,” he tried to point out.

“Hon, he can’t always control it and your mind races quicker than the average, your thoughts are louder and harder to ignore…if you slip up for one second or my dad gets a little suspicious and he hears we are dating…”

“I’ll be careful, ok. We both just have to be a little extra careful until this mess blows over,” he hugged you tight and kissed your forehead. “We can do it, ok?”

Once you finally left the room you showed him the rest of the mansion and, finally, met your father in his office. “Peter, great to see you again,” you dad shook his hand. “How have you been?”

“Great Professor X, thanks for having me here.” So far so good.

*2 weeks later*

You stood outside in the pasture, sending your electricity through the air like a bolt of lightning and hitting the targets you had scattered across the lawn. You sent out a bolt but suddenly the target was moved a few inches from where you had it. “Are you crazy,” you said to the empty area around you and suddenly your boyfriend zipped in front of you. “If you had been just the slightest bit off that voltage would have killed you,” you said with worried anger.

“I knew what I was doing,” he grinned.

As you stood talking with him outside your father was calling around the mansion for you. Finally, passing a window, he saw you and Peter talking and smiling outside. He was glad to see you so happy…but he needed you inside to help prepare a lesson for next week. He decided he’d just slip into your mind and tell you to come in but he stopped when he heard what you were Peter was saying to you. “Why don’t we go out tonight. It’s Saturday, we have nothing else to do, let’s go on a date. It’s been awhile since we’ve gone out.”

“Because you moved in and us disappearing every night would be a little suspicious.” Your dad stood listening to your conversation trying to figure out how long this had been going on.

“Hey, you remember that date we went on when we met up in DC and walked around all night and ended up way out in suburbia,” Peter laughed and you thought back on that night. Charles saw the images flash through your head and was unable to keep them from popping into his head.

That’s when you felt your dad in your head, something that you were only able to pick up after a lifetime of living with him. “Dad,” you said allowed, letting Peter know your dad was mentally there and letting your dad know you knew he was there.

“Come inside right now, Y/N,” he spoke into your mind and you felt his presence leave.

You looked at Peter. “He knows.”

Dating Charles Would Include...

Originally posted by jakegyllenhaale

Pet Names:

-Him always calling you ‘love’ I mean always. He’ll slip it into the conversation so easily it’s like he doesn’t even have to try.

  • You always blushing when he calls you love, even if you’re in an argument the second he calls you that you go bright red.

-When you’re doing something dumb, or he’s angry with you he calls you ‘darling’

  • This always causes you to reconsider what you’re doing. Doesn’t make you necessarily stop, just gets you to pause.

Support:

-You are both extremely supportive of each other

  • Even in front of others, even if one of you is in the wrong you will still say that you support each other
    • Especially if one of you is in the wrong!!! And later you have a conversation about it, debate and see where you each stand

Him excepting you for how you are. Mentally and physically. Him telling you all the time how much you mean to him, you and all your imperfections and to him how perfect you seem

  • This includes him holding you tightly telling you that it’s alright and how much you are loved when your depression acts up

Him reminding you that even though getting out of bed can seem like the hardest thing at the moment you need to and it’ll make you feel better

Him talking you down out of a panic attack through your mind, trying his hardest to weed out anything that is making you feel anxious.

Him making sure that you stay hydrated and well fed because it’s easy to forget about simple things like that when you have an attack


-You taking care of him when he first loses his legs

  • Not leaving him when everyone else does
  •  Insisting on taking care of him even when he pushes you away

-Telling him that you don’t think it’s a waste of his powers when he uses the serum and loses his powers
-Trying to remind him that drinking isn’t a way to cope with his sadness and pain

  • Watching his alcohol intake
  • Not being afraid to take away his alcohol and give him water instead

-You taking care of him when he goes off the serum

  • Using your powers to help ease his pain
  • Sternly telling him to stop looking at you like your wounded

Him telling you he knows that you can feel his pain and he feels awful for it

You telling him you know cause you can feel it and that it’s not really helping

Signs

Prompt: (Request from Anon) hii! can i request a chill/fluffy charles x reader (ft the rest of the team) where theyre all talking about zodiac signs over breakfast and arguing about whos sign is the best and everything, and raven being totally obsessed with which signs are the most compatible (+reader is an aries and id imagine charles is an aquarius or taurus? but idk if theres any canon info on that or not) this might be a corny request but itd be cute i think! if you do it thanks in advance!!❤♈️            

Word Count: 1326

Notes: Beta’d by the amazing, flawless @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

Anon, I hope I did this justice for you. I LOVED this idea because I love astrology and X-Men. I found all the signs (save for Reader and Charles) online, so idk if it’s super accurate but I went with it! I hope you all enjoy it!

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“I’m serious, I’m a Cancer,” Raven insisted as she sat at the large round breakfast table in the breakfast nook of the kitchen.

“You know, I can see it,” Hank agreed as he eyed her sweetly.

“Thank you, Hank!” she said, thrusting her hand at him.

You weren’t sure how it got started, but as everyone was making waffles, pancakes, toast, sausage, bacon, potatoes, and pouring cereal, milk, orange juice, or coffee, a huge thing had erupted about astrology. Raven was trying to tell everyone she was a Cancer.

“But I’m a Cancer too,” Peter interjected. “And you and I are nothing alike.”

You scoffed. “As if. You two are the most smart assed, sneaky, overly clever bastards here. You’re almost like twins.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Raven said with a smile.

“Okay, Y/N, what about you, huh? What magical sign are you?” Peter asked, so far he’d made no bones about how silly it was to discuss zodiacs.

“I’m an Aries,” you informed sticking your tongue out.

“Figures,” Scott said. “What with the fire breath and all. Aries is a fire sign so…” he shrugged.

“Good morning, everyone,” Charles greeted as he entered and grabbed a cup of coffee, and made a plate of bacon and pancakes. Your stomach felt the full force of the butterflies erupting around inside. You’d had a bit of a crush on the Professor for a while but you were a student-teacher at the school so you weren’t sure how appropriate that would be to make a move. Yet, that didn’t stop Raven from constantly pushing you two together.

“Good mornings” rang out from each of the students and teachers around the table.

“What are you all so animatedly discussing? I could hear you well down the hall,” he informed as he sat down and sipped his coffee.

“Astrology,” Jean said simply.

“Ah yes. Let me guess, Raven brought this up,” he said with a teasing smirk at his friend.

“How did you know?” Jean asked.

“See when we used to go around pubs–”

Raven smacked his arm and he began laughing.

“Shut up,” she instructed. “No one needs to hear that.”

“Professor, what’s your sign?” Jubilee asked.

“I’m an Aquarius,” he informed simply.

“Makes sense,” she said. “They’re usually truthful, inquisitive, highly intelligent, and kind.”

“Oh please, you could apply that mumbo-jumbo to anyone,” Peter said. “Besides, Cancers are sympathetic, sensitive, and caring too, no different.”

“Yes, but Cancers are very emotionally driven while Aquarius are much more thought driven,” Jubilee added.

“So what’s yours then?” Peter encouraged.

“Pisces!” she announced with pride as she sat up a little bit.

“Why am I not surprised?” Logan said in a deep voice. He’d been rather quiet through the whole ordeal except a smirk here or there.

“And just what is that supposed to mean?” Jubilee demanded, turning to the hulking man on her left.

“Means you’re spunky and artistic. Of all the Pisces I’ve met, they’re all just like you,” he informed nonchalantly.

“So you mean they’re all great?” she said with a scrunch of her nose.

“Please, we all know no one can get anything done without a Capricorn,” Scott boasted before leaning back and tucking his hands behind his head.

“Let me guess, you’re a mer-goat?” Peter said. “Psht.”

“I’ll have you know, I’m ambitious, determined, and practical. All the things you aren’t, Mr. Cancer,” he shot back.

“I’m shaking in my boots, the goat is gonna get me.”

“Hank, what’s yours?” Raven asked before she quickly followed up with. “No! Let us guess.”

“I bet it’s Taurus,” Peter said.

“I’m thinking Virgo,” you offered.

“Wrong, both of you,” Hank informed.

“Is it Leo?” Raven tried as she had been staring at him as if he were a puzzle.

“Yes, how did you know?”

“Simple. Leo is lion. Lions are known for their heart, being optimistic, kind, and loyal,” she explained with a kind smile.

“Right you are,” Hank agreed with the raise of his coffee cup.

“Lion is a beast, after all,” Logan said with a nudge to Hank who gave a half-smile.

“Oh, Logan, what’s your sign?” you asked.

“Oh, no, I’m not getting involved in this BS.”

“Come on, it’s just for fun.”

“I don’t even know it,” he said. You weren’t sure if he was lying or legitimately didn’t care to remember.

“Well what’s your birthday?”

He told everyone with a roll of his eyes.

“Taurus,” Raven said. “He’s a Taurus. You know, I can see it now. Practical…ambitious, reliable.”

“Great, I sound like a new appliance or car,” Logan scoffed, still poring over the newspaper.

Everyone laughed as they went back to eating for a second before Raven broke the clatter of dishes and chewing.

“You know, none of the signs mean anything without knowing who they go best with,” she offered, her eyes flickered to you. Your stomach knotted as you realized where she was taking this.

“Oh, yes!” Jubilee agreed.

“So let’s see,” she started, eyeing the table. I’m Cancer and we’re best with….Taurus?” she informed, pulling her expansive astrology knowledge to the forefront of her mind. “So Logan, you and Peter should go on a date,” she joked as everyone laughed at the expression on Logan’s face.

Peter made a kissing face toward Logan before his middle claw came out. “You’re not my type,” he informed with a snort.

Laughter rumbled around the table.

“Wait, Jean what’s your sign?” you asked. “We have to know if you and Scott are compatible.”

“I’m a Virgo,” she said quietly, her gaze dancing to Scott next to her.

“Oh, yeah,” you said as if it was obvious. “Virgo and Capricorn are a match made in heaven. Both are practical, driven, loyal, and ambitious.”

“Virgos are also perfectionists, which rings true with Jean,” Peter said.

“I am not a perfectionist,” she argued. “I just like things to be their best!”

Another roll of laughter went around the table.

“Okay, fine, maybe I’m a bit of a perfectionist.”

Peter coughed, “Control freak.”

“Har-Har,” she sneered at him.

“So that leaves Jubilee. Pisces, right?” Raven confirmed as Jubilee nodded. “I think the only person you fit with at the table is Peter…”

“I’m fine with that,” she informed as she stared at him.

“We should put it to the test. Everyone here who matches the zodiac should go on date,” Peter offered.

“That’s dumb,” Scott said.

“You just think it’s dumb because you’re already dating your match. This Saturday, we all date our match. So that’d be me and Jubilee; Jean and Scott; Raven, you and Logan.”

“Do I have to?’ she pouted.

“You could do worse, sister,” Logan insisted.

“Hmm, so that leaves Hank, Charles, and Y/N. Y/N, you’re an Aries, right? I hear they go good with Aquarius.”

“I-uh-yeah….I wouldn’t know,” you said, suddenly flustered. Your face was red, you were aware, and being aware made it all the worse.

No one else had known about your crush on Charles except Raven, now it seemed everyone who was looking at your face was keenly aware of your embarrassment.

“What about it, Y/N? Care for a date?” Charles offered, flashing a grin that took your breath away.

“Uh…sure,” you whispered.

“Wait, so where does that leave me?” Hank asked. At that moment, Storm walked in.

“Storm, what’s your sign?” Raven asked as she turned around while Storm fixed a plate.

“My zodiac? It’s Libra, why?”

“Perfect! Libra and Leo go together.”

“Uh, Storm, would you want to go on a date this Saturday? We’re trying to prove something,” Hank informed, feeling silly.

“Would I ever! Yes! Let’s do it. I don’t know what we’re proving, but I’m down.”

“There, it’s settled! Everyone will have a date and we’ll go over who had the better time on Sunday.”

“I’m very much looking forward to this,” Charles informed as he stared at you.

“Me too,” you squeaked.

(shitty edit courtesy of yours truly)

Title: First Date

Pairing: Peter Maximoff (XMCU) x Reader

Warnings: Peter being a goof, excess fluff, lots of cuteness

For @candycountries, the sweetest little maple leaf. Thank you for believing in my writing, even when I don’t 💚

Based off the song First Date by Blink-182 & the endless Peter discussions I have with @candycountries


It was Date Night & Peter was nervous as Hell. You & Peter had began dating a few weeks ago, but this was your first official date. He wanted to make sure it was perfect, but his nerves were getting the best of him. He was parked outside your living area on campus, waiting anxiously for you. You were both professors at Xavier’s, although you were a new professor. Peter had been teaching Physics at Xavier’s for about 3 years now & you had began teaching earlier this year, just a few months ago.

You were a shy & quiet person, not really socializing with many professors, aside from Charles & Hank. You only really talked to your students & the rest of the time, you just graded & kept to yourself.

Peter, on the other hand, although shy as well, was very sociable & loved talking to others. He was a favorite among the students & the professors & it didn’t take long for the good word about the cute (& single 👀) Physics professor to come your way. Even so, you didn’t dare try talking to him for free of making a bad first impression. Thus, you kept your distance.

This drove Peter absolutely mad because he definitely noticed you & he was eager to chat up the gorgeous new professor. He tried his best to get to know you, but you instinctively shut him out & conversations with him were minimal. This all changed; however, during Xavier’s annual Halloween Bash.

You & Peter had been assigned chaperones to the dance, which means you both had to watch all the kids, dress up for the evening, & talk to each other so you could work as a team & not be bored out of your minds while the students had fun & you supervised them.

You came out of your shell a bit more that night, just because Halloween was your favorite holiday & it always made you feel secure because you could be whoever you wanted to be, even your true self, without fear of being judged.

Peter noticed how more at ease you were & he took full advantage of it. He chatted you up all night, cracking jokes & shamelessly flirting with you. He relished every laugh & blush you gave him in return. By the end of the night, you were much more comfortable around him & you’d developed a stronger friendship than you had previously.

Unfortunately, the night was coming to an end: the younger kids were heading to bed, the older ones were going with Charles & Hank into the woods nearby for a spooky campfire, & you & Peter were left to help clean up the dance room. It was an absolute mess, but with Peter’s speed, it was getting cleaned up in no time. Or, at least, it would have, if Peter hadn’t stopped to impress you with a crude & joking strip tease to Thriller, which had you nearly dying of laughter.

Later that night, when you & Peter went to supervise the campfire, Peter romanced you under the stars & asked you out officially, to which you agreed to.

Fast forward back to the current day, where Peter was still waiting anxiously in his car for you. He checked his watch for the nth time that afternoon, keeping his eyes glued to your door afterwards.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, you finally emerged. Peter couldn’t help but stare at you because you looked so different, so at ease, so comfortable. You were dressed more casually instead of the usual professional garb you wore when you taught class. He was dressed similarly in his favorite casual wear, instead of the more clean-cut outfits he wears for lecture.

He smiled widely at you as you got into the passenger seat, his cheeks flushing a little as he did so, “Hi.”

You returned his smile as you put on your seatbelt, leaning closer to press a soft kiss to his cheek, “Hi, thank you for taking me out today.”

His cheeks flushed darker & he lost all power of speech, simply from that little kiss.

He was already done for, & the date had barely begun.

Aside from the initial awkwardness & shell shock from your kiss, the rest of the car ride went smoothly. You both made idle conversation & you attempted to press Peter as to where he was taking you, but he was intent on keeping it a secret. In all honesty, he didn’t want to tell you because he was worried you’d laugh at him & find the date idea childish & stupid. So, he figured he’d take you there & if you hated it, he’d pretend he was joking about that being the date location & resort to Plan B, which was a movie.

As he neared the date location, his anxiety steadily increased to the point where when he finally reached the date designation, his heart was practically going to burst from how fast it was beating.

You looked out the window before looking back at him with an amused expression, “You brought me to the arcade for our first date?”

He swallowed nervously, “Um…yes?”

You grinned, “How did you know I can play a mean game of Galaga & DDR?”

“You do? I mean pfft yeah I soooo knew that duh!”

“Then you also know that I’m going to kick your ass & win more tickets, right?”

“Ooooh honey, if you think you can beat me, then you’ve got another thing coming.”

“Bring it on, Maxipad.”

He held a hand to his heart in mock hurt, “Be careful what you dish out, babe, because I’m dishing it right back.”

Peter knew right then & there you were the one because no one had ever outsassed him like that before.

He did; however, prove to be the better gamer & kicked your ass at nearly every game, aside from skee-ball, which he had purposely let you win. You of course, knew this, & challenged him to a rematch, but he just let you win again anyway. By the end of the day, the two of you (mostly him) had acquired enough tickets to win the grand prize, which you were very eager to obtain. It was the latest Atari game system, which you were dying to have, but you weren’t about to spend the thousands of tickets Peter earned on a prize for yourself.

“You should pick something,” you told him as the flustered guy at the ticket counter counted all your tickets, “you won most of these tickets, it’s only fair that you pick the prize.”

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion & surprise, “What? No, I want you to pick the prize, as my gift to you for giving me a chance & coming on this date with me.”

“Peter,” you sighed, a bit taken aback by the sweet gesture, “that’s really sweet, but they’re your tickets. You should pick the prize.”

He playfully glared at you, “Listen, this is less tickets than I usually win. I can come back any time & win double this in a few hours. Seriously, I insist: pick something.”

You sighed, biting your lip as you continued to feel guilty, “Okay, how about this, we both pick something?” that way it’s fair.“

He pursed his lips, weighing the option before nodding in agreement, “You’ve got a deal.”

You smiled, “Great, you pick first.”

He pretended to weigh his options before he made his decision, “I’ll have that sickass looking gecko,” he pointed to the prize & you glared at him when you realized how much it cost: one ticket.

The ticket counter gave Peter the little toy gecko & he grinned before placing it on the side rim of his glasses, “Alright babe, your pick!”

You sighed & gave in, picking the Atari game system, which cost the remainder of the game tickets. Peter hoped he would never forget that glorious smile that made its way onto your face when the ticket counter gave you your prize.

As you both excitedly made your way back to his car, you were quick to gently set the game system on your seat & grab Peter’s hand before he could race to the other side to open his door. Before he could react, you grabbed his shirt collar & pulled his lips down onto yours in an adoring kiss.

He squeaked in surprise, completely shocked by your sudden display of affection, but was quick to reciprocate. He let his hands rest gently on your waist, squeezing your hips a little as you deepend the kiss. When you pulled away, he had the biggest, dopiest smile on his face & he pushed his glasses up his nose, which were fogged up. You laughed at how cute he was, adjusting the gecko, which was barely clinging onto his glasses, “I really hope you were also included with the Atari system because you are definitely a grand prize,” with that, you gave him another quick & final kiss before you got into the car.

He tried to recompose himself as he closed your door for you, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding before mouthing a quiet “Wow” to himself as his cheeks reddened at your unexpected compliment.

The cute Physics Professor at Xavier’s was now the cute, completely taken Physics Professor & he was more than happy to spread the news when you both got back from your successful first date.


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Logan Review!

Non-spoiler (maybe minor), subjective with personal opinions review

- JUST FUCK ME UP

- Hugh Jackman’s James Logan Howlett, as we know, flawlessly amazing. I also loved his relationship with Charles, and strange bond between Laura

- Sir. Patrick Stewart’s potrayal was also amazing indeed, yet it was truly heartbreaking to watch Xavier suffering from old age

- Dafne Keen was PERFECT!! There was literally no flaw and Laura’s fight sequences, characterisation was satisfying

- If you are uncomfortable with violence involving children, be aware

- A VERY GOOD R- RATED MOVIE. Amazing fight sequences

- I’ve watched every X-men movies including Wolverine and Deadpool yet I didn’t quite understood the timeline of this movie. As a seperate solo piece, the movie was incredible, however it doesn’t really explain us what has been going on

- No suprise cameos, nor end credits

- It was heart breaking to watch our once most beloved heroes being weathered and torn

- MAGNETO WAS RIGHT

- I loved all the other mutant children

- LAURA DESERVES SOME LOVE

- It was the most devastating X I’ve ever seen

- I see Fox is trying to give a change in X-men generation but I don’t know how

- I didn’t cry during the most of the movie, but I bursted at the last scene

- Best Wolverine series up to date. What a way to end 17years of journey

It was a 9/10 movie for me. Thank you Hugh Jackman, thank you Sir Patrick Stewart. Thank you Logan, and last of all, our Wolverine, who will be loved forever

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Title: Risk

Pairings: Peter Maximoff x Female! Reader

Warnings: FLUFF!!

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Peter couldn’t help himself from staring at your retracting figure. His eyes fluttered shut as he savoured the feeling of the warm sun on his pale skin. He tuned out the sound of his friends chattering around him, focusing on the sound of the bird’s chirping. He released a relaxed sigh, leaning back on his forearms.

“He’s probably day dreaming about Y/N again.” Jubilee laughed, nudging Peter’s side.

Peter let out a small growl in response, a faint smile finding its way on his face. He was serene in that moment. His eyes flew open when Jean poked a slender finger into his thigh.

“What?” He grumbled playfully, sitting up.

“Charles said you wanted to speak to him, well he’s free now.” Jean smiled, resting her head on Jubilee’s shoulder.

Peter nodded and like that, he was gone, speeding through the hallways of the mansion.

He skidded to a halt in front of Charles’ room. He raised his hand and delivered a strong knock on the wood. He dropped his hand, digging it into his tight leather pants. He heard a gruff “come in” from the other side of the door. He pushed it open the door and slowly sat down into this seat in front of the big mahogany desk. He cautiously met his mentor’s eyes.

“So, you wanted my help with your… issue with Y/N?” Charles smirked, leaning forward on his elbows; oddly resembling someone who was eager for gossip, which in a way he was.

“Erm, yeah. I think I’m in love with her. Everything she does… leaves me in a trance of sorts. I find myself always looking for her in a crowd, even when we’re fighting. My mind should be on other things, but it always goes back to her. I can’t get her off my mind, Professor, and I don’t know what to do. I’ve never felt anything like this before and it’s petrifying me.” Peter croaked, eyes getting slightly moist with tears.

“Then why are you telling me and not her?” Charles queried, raising an eyebrow, smiling softly.

“I’m terrified of rejection,” Peter wiped his eyes, continuing, “what if she doesn’t feels the same? I don’t want her to date or show me interest out of pity. I mean - there’s nothing extraordinary about me, why would she want to date me?” Peter hiccuped, more tears swimming in his brown eyes.

“You’ll never know unless you take a risk, Peter, you’ll never know how she feels until you tell her how you feel.”

Peter glanced down, hiding his eyes from the older man. He had always been afraid of rejection, it was his weakness, but perhaps Professor Xavier was right. He’d never truly know what it was like to be with Y/N, be the person that Y/N loved if he didn’t take the risk. Yes, there was a chance that she wouldn’t feel the same, but what if she did? What if she felt the same but she was too scared to confess it to him on her own? He’d never know until he took the risk.

Peter let out an exasperated sigh before meeting Charles’ eyes again, he nodded, finally overcoming the fear; slightly. He had to do this.

“Thank you, but how would you advise that I do it? I can’t just go up to her and say that I’m in love with her, that’s… unromantic.” Peter blushed, feeling stupid.

“Call me old-fashioned, but I think taking her on a date and perhaps a small walk around the property would suffice.” Charles smiled.

“Hmm, thank you, I’ll do that.” Peter waited until Charles nodded before rushing off.

Charles chuckled to himself. That boy…

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Y/N glanced up from her book to see papers flying around. She sighed, closing her book after marking the page and leaning back, awaiting the arrival of her kleptomaniac friend.

“Hello, Y/N.” Peter smiled, perching himself on her bed.

“Hello, Peter.” Y/N mimicked, corners of her mouth twitching upwards as she fought the smile.

“Are you free tonight?” He asked, playing with the end of his Pink Floyd shirt, looking at Y/N cautiously in his peripheral vision.

“I believe so. Why do you ask, Mister Maximoff?”

“Er - I just thought we could hang out. We haven’t in ages, because you’ve been studying and I’ve been - well - training.”

“Okay.” Y/N chipped, spinning on her chair to look at him properly. “Sounds good.”

Peter smiled brightly, the type of smile that made Y/N’s heart flutter, his dimple digging into his cheek and the corners of his eyes crinkling.

____

Y/N pulled her sweaters sleeves over her hands as she organised her room, waiting for Peter to show up. She placed her books back on her shelf and sat down on her bed, glancing at her watch. What was taking him so long?

The door swung open, revealing a slightly sweaty and pink Peter. Y/N couldn’t withhold the giggle bubbling in her throat at the sight of him.

“I’m sorry I’m late. Come on, put your shoes on.” Peter ordered playfully, leaning against the threshold.

He wasn’t wearing his usual attire, but a pair of washed out blue jeans with a rip at the knee and an oversized sweater. Y/N’s smile grew even more as she soaked in his appearance, even his hair was different - fluffier.

“Why do I need shoes?” Y/N queried, but did as he said, pulling on her shoes.

“Because I have to show you something.” Peter replied, not giving away much about the situation.

Y/N and Peter were making their way towards the lake when Peter finally plucked up the courage to come clean about how he felt. Y/N was staring ahead, but Peter’s eyes were trained on her face.

“Erm - Y/N, what I’m about to say could potentially ruin our friendship, but I can’t keep it to myself anymore.”

Y/N stopped, turning to look at him, eyebrows knitted together and a small frown evident. She gulped, apprehensive as to what he was about to say. She didn’t want to lose him as a friend, that’s the last thing she wanted.

“I-I think I love you.” Peter admitted, casting his eyes downwards. “I was planning on taking you to the lake to have an - err - picnic, but I couldn’t hold it in any longer.”

“You what?”

“I love you, I don’t think that I love you, I know that I love you. I can’t live without you. Everything you do is so perfect and entrancing. You’re always on my mind, no matter what I do. I love you.”

Y/N’s eyes welled with tears, “Peter, I…”

Peter cut in, clearing his throat, “lets just pretend never said any of that. Come on, we should get back now.” All of his courage had dissolved away.

He couldn’t bare to hear her say she didn’t feel the same, he just couldn’t. He started to walk back to the mansion, not caring if she was following or not.

“Peter, stop.” Y/N pleaded, running to catch up to him. She wrapped her hand around his wrist and pulled him towards her, stopping him completely. “Kiss me, Peter.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I said kiss me.”

Peter shook his head, he couldn’t. His whole body felt stiff, his blood cold.

Y/N growled, planting her hands forming on his cheeks, smashing their lips together in a heated kiss. Peter stumbled backwards slightly, eyes fluttering shut before wrapping his arms tightly around Y/N’s waist, pulling her even closer. He hummed against her lips.

Her lips were soft against his chapped ones, warm. He wished that they could remain like that forever. Just wrapped in each other’s embrace and kissing lovingly, not with a care in the world.

Y/N hesitantly pulled away, resting her forehead against Peter’s. Their noses occasionally bumping, their breath mingling. She could still taste him on her tongue and he could taste her on his.

“About time. I love you, too, Peter.” Y/N chuckled, draping her arms around his neck, opening her eyes to see Peter already staring at her intensely. Peter grinned adorably, his brown eyes burning into Y/N’s.

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The Professors Office

Celebrity/Character: Charles Xavier

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Sexual content and strong language


“Y/N could I have a word with you in my office please?” You heard Charles say from behind you. “I’ll be there in a minute.” You reply, your back to him. “No. Now!” He said and you could hear the anger in his voice. “Coming professor.” You say, as you turn and begin to walk behind him in the direction of his office. “Bye boys.” You say, while looking over your shoulder and winking at two men you had been talking to.

You walked into Charles’ office, closing the door behind you. Charles gestured for you to sit down but you did not. “What is this about professor?” you asked him, crossing your arms in front of your body. He just stared at you with a look of anger in his eyes but you didn’t care, his eyes were as beautiful as he was, inside and out. But there was also something else in his eyes…was it a hint of lust?

“Do you think that is acceptable?” He asked. “Do I think what is acceptable?” You asked confusedly, you hadn’t done anything wrong…well apart from falling for Charles, apparently. “To flirt with them two.” He said through gritted teeth. “And why shouldn’t I flirt with them? I can do what I-” “BECAUSE YOU ARE GIVING THEM THE WRONG IDEA.” He shouted, interrupting you mid-sentence. He stood up from his seat and made his way towards you. "And what would that be?“ You asked him. "That you are free for them to take advantage, because that is what they’ll do. They only think of you as an object, not as the beautiful person you are.” He whispered the last part of the sentence, standing just inches from you and staring into your eyes.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. Was Charles professing his love for you? “But I am free.” You said. With that, he bent down and connected his soft lips to yours in a passionate and hungry kiss, his hand rested on your cheek. You were not expecting it and the force of his lips colliding with yours caused you to move backwards and hit into the door. You kissed him back for a while, before fully realising what you were doing, and pushing him away. The two of you were breathless and he just stood there and looked at you, the look of lust still present in his eyes.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?” You shouted at him once you had gotten your breath back. “What you wanted.” He replied. “That was ages ago professor.” You said through gritted teeth. “Please Y/N, call me Charles.” He said with a grin on his face. “NO!” You shouted back at him. “I will not call you Charles. Are you forgetting who you are, Professor Xavier? You are the man who turned me away, not because you didn’t love me, but because I was your student. I’m not even underage and yet it’s wrong for you to date me because you are my professor and nothing has changed there.” “Something has changed.” He said. “And what would that be?” You asked him angrily. “I stopped being an idiot.” He said, coming closer to you once more.

He grabbed you by the wrists and, pushing you back up against the door, pinned them above your head. “I know what you think when you see me.” He placed a kiss on your neck. “I know what you would love me to do to you.” He placed another kiss on your neck. “And, my God, how I have wanted to do those things to you for so long now.”

He released his grip on your wrists, but you still kept them above your head. He grabbed the hem of your top and pulled it up and over your head before he unclipped your bra and began to kiss down your body. He took one of your nipples in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, making you moan. He then released it and began to kiss down your torso. When he got to your jeans he unbuttoned them and pulled down the zip before pulling them down to the floor. You kicked them off, allowing yourself to open your legs more. He trailed two fingers along your wet panties, looking up at you with a smirk, before pulling them down too. You kicked them off and they landed on one of the chairs.

He went to work with his tongue, swirling the tip around your clit over and over before entering two of his fingers inside of you and beginning to move them faster and faster. You really hoped that his office was soundproofed because, if it wasn’t, then everyone would be able to hear the sound of you moaning. “Would you mind?” He asked gesturing towards his trousers. “One of my hands is a bit preoccupied and it’s rather a two hand job.” He said with a little laugh, causing you to laugh too. You unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his trousers before pulling them and his boxers down a bit to reveal his erect penis.

Without warning, he took his fingers from inside of you and slammed his penis into you. You gasped and he kissed you. You wrapped your legs around him as he pounded into you and he held you by the bum. He went harder and faster, burying his head into your neck with whispers of “fuck” escaping his mouth every once in a while. You both reached your climax at the same time and he kissed you passionately as you rode it out.

In the last few throws he placed his forehead against yours and, looking you in the eyes said; “I love you.” He then pecked you on the lips.


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Badass (warren x reader)

A/N. Reader’s mutation: light purple skin, absorb/transform into what they touch (think Darwin from Xmen First Class), empath (feel others emotions)


(Y/n) and Warren walked out of the mall, Warren’s arm- and wing- draped around her shoulder. He couldn’t stop looking at her, and she knew it. It might have had something to do with his jacket wrapped around her. Actually, it had everything to do with his jacket wrapped around her.

“This was fun.” She said, tilting her head back to rest against his shoulder with a small smile. “We should do it again.”

“Yeah?” Warren smiled slowly. Getting a date with (y/n) had taken weeks of planning and the help of Peter, Scott and Kurt. And Ororo. Actually mostly Ororo. The boys had been planning an elaborate scheme involving kidnapping and the danger room, and something to do with paint. Ororo had smacked all of them, walked across the room, and asked (y/n) if she wanted to go out with Warren. To which she said no. If Warren couldn’t ask her out himself she didn’t want anything to do with him. He had asked her out three days later.

“Yeah.” She smiled at him.

“That’s, that’s awesome.” He was grinning as they walked through the parking lot, heading towards one of the cars they had “borrowed” from the school. “Yeah, we definitely should. If it weren’t for this stupid curfew–” He slowed down when he saw the four men leaning against a car near theirs, tugging (y/n) to a stop with him.

“What?” She asked, looking around. She didn’t seem to see the rowdy group of humans, and they hadn’t noticed the couple either.

“On your left.” Warren said quietly. She craned her neck, looking over her shoulder.

Warren rolled his eyes with an affectionate laugh. “No, your other left.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You mean my right?”

Warren felt the tips of his ears heat up. “Shut up. Just look.”

She smirked and looked to her right, eyes widening as she caught sight of the group. “Ah. I see the problem.”

“Yeah.” Warren made a face. “Want me to fly us home?” That was actually a great idea. Why hasn’t he thought of that before? He could have flown them here too, and he would’ve gotten to carry her and stuff, damn he was an idiot.

She shook her head. “We shouldn’t be afraid to go to our car at seven in the evening in a well lit parking lot. Besides, your wings are still recovering. Let’s just walk past them.” She looked over at him. “Is that okay?”

He but the inside of his cheek. “Xavier said I should stay out of sight, since, you know, people are still mad that I tried to destroy the world a while back. This date wasn’t exactly faculty approved.”

“Okay.” She nodded understandingly. “You wanna fly home or call Scott to pick us up?”

“Hey mutant freak.” One of the men shouted, a drunken slur to his words. “This is a human only parking lot.”

“Oh really?” Warren called. “I don’t see a sign.”

“Yeah, cuz we assumed you ugly fucks couldn’t read.” Laughed another man. “You should know you’re not welcome.”

Warren tensed, but (y/n) put a hand on his arm. He looked down at her and she shook her head. “We don’t want any trouble.” He said through his teeth, hands curling into fists at his sides.

“Well we don’t want to have to look at you mutant freaks.” Snapped one of the men, throwing a bottle. Warren jumped back as it shattered in front of them, dragging her back with him. “Looks like neither of us are gonna get what we want.”

“Look,” (y/n) called, ignoring Warren’s panicked look down at her, “do you really want to fight a lady? And a boy recovering from serious injuries? How is that gonna make you look cool?”

The other men laughed, and the speaker got even more angry. “Shut the fuck up freak. You’re no lady.”

“Alright, that’s it. I’m gonna kick your ass.” Warren’s wings rustled angrily against his back.

“Come at me bird freak.”

(Y/n) grabbed his arm. “Warren stop.”

He stared at her with wide eyes. Did she not want him to defend her honour? Wasn’t that a boyfriend thing to do? “Don’t tell me you don’t want me to–”

She shrugged out of his jacket. “Hold this.” She shoved his jacket and her shopping bags against his chest. “Warren,” she leaned close, looking into his eyes. He hadn’t realized how pretty her eyes were. And her mouth was right there. “After I beat up some thugs, how about dinner?”

His mouth fell open, and while he struggled to find some response that made him seem somewhat intelligent she moved towards the men.

“I think you need to apologize to my friend.” She said casually. “You see, he’s recovering from an accident, and what you said was hurtful.”

The man laughed. “Fuck you bitch.”

She shook her head. “Now you need to apologize to me too. But I’ll forgive you if you apologize to him.”

“Alright.” The man looked angry, face darkening as his friends laughed behind him. He slammed the bottle against the hood of his friend’s truck, holding the broken end menacingly. “I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

(Y/n) grinned. “Honey don’t tempt me.”

Warren was left standing dumbfounded as she crouched, pressing her open palm against the concrete. Her skin rippled, darkening and hardening to match the ground. The man charged, glass weapon held high, and she laughed. The glass shattered against her arm and she grabbed the man by the throat, tossing him across the parking lot.

She walked towards him slowly. “I said apologize.”

“Fuck you bitch.” The man spat.

She punched him in the face, once, knocking out three teeth and breaking his nose. His head hit the pavement– the real pavement– and he blacked out. She looked up at his friends. “Anyone else? I don’t think he can really say much anymore.”

“L-look lady,” one man stammered, “we’re sorry alright?” He turned his panicked gaze to Warren. “We’re sorry man. Call her off. Seriously. We–” They all panicked, jumping into the car and speeding away.

She turned to look at Warren, sighing and letting her skin return to normal. She was smiling, but when she looked at his shocked expression her smile fell. A blush darkened the purple of her cheeks and she looked between him and the ground.

“I’m sorry.” She said quickly. “I didn’t mean to do that, I just– he insulted you and, and I know bad that would have gotten, and I know how upset you were so I wanted to make them apologize because you don’t deserve that, and–” she shut her mouth with a snap when Warren surged forward, coming to a stop right in front of her.

His eyes were wide, searching her face. “When did you get so badass?” He breathed, looking her over hungrily.

She laughed. “I’ve always been this badass. Why did it take you this long to notice?” She smiled.

He was grinning. “You wanna know something?” She nodded. “All day, I thought the hottest thing ever was you wearing my jacket. But now,” he laughed softly. “Now I know that you, taking off the jacket and kicking some dude’s ass is even hotter.”

“Well,” she smiled, “I’m glad you think so.”

He leaned down, wings curling around her back and pressing her against him. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

She grinned. “Okay.”  

Jealousy

Originally posted by lookprettyliveclassyplaydirty

Pairing: Charles Xavier x Reader

Warning: fluff and a little bit of angst.

A/N: Finally here it is!!! I’m sorry it took so long, but I hadn’t had the time to write. This is for the lovely @anyfandomimaginex, I hope you like it.


You really hated it, or hated her; you didn’t actually knew. But, I mean, you don’t flirt shamelessly with a man you know is taken, specially not when said man showed no interest in you.

You had been dating Charles Xavier for a while now and you were really happy with him, that is until you met Moira MacTaggert, the police investigator who had taken a sudden interest on Charles, and decided flirting with him was a reasonable course of action. Even after Charles told her he was in a relationship with you.

And even though you knew Charles loved you and wouldn’t ever leave you for someone else just out of the blue like that, you still felt a little weary and insecure about all that situation. So just to be sure you decided to ask him about it and listen what he had to say.

“Hey sweetie, can I ask you something?” You asked him one night while getting ready to sleep.

“Sure, dear. What is it?”

“It’s about Moira. You don’t happen to like her, do you?” You inquired rather nervously, afraid of what his answer would be.

He looked at you rather surprised for your question.

“Of course not, Y/N. I won’t deny that she’s attractive but I’m in love with you, and you don’t have to worry about her.” He said reassuringly.

You knew he wasn’t lying but you couldn’t help but to push him further on the matter.

“I know, it’s just that I don’t like it when she flirts with you so shamelessly, even when she knows I’m there. It really bothers me.” You continued, voicing your insecurities, or rather your discomfort.

“And what would you have me do, Y/N? I have already told her I’m with you and that I’m not interested in her as anything other than a friend.” He said a little irritated with the road this conversation was taking.

“Well, I don’t know, maybe telling her you’re not interest in her, not even as friends. Look, I don’t want to sound like a controlling girlfriend but I really don’t like it, or her.”

You knew you were not being fair, and you knew that you were pushing it a little too far but somehow you couldn’t stop it.

“Then let me tell you that’s exactly what you’re sounding like right now, and let me tell you something here Y/N. You can’t choose who I’m friends with or not, and neither can you decide if I’m interested in someone or not. I’ve told you repeatedly that I love you, I’m in love with you and I’m not interested in anyone else; not Moira, not any other woman for that matter.” He was fuming now, not able to understand how you couldn’t comprehend that we wasn’t interested in anyone else but you.

“Well then, in that case I suppose I’ll have to let you go to her; if you want to be her friend so badly.” You didn’t meant to say that and regreted it the moment you said it, but the words were out and there was no turning back.

“You don’t mean that. Please, tell me you don’t mean that.” He looked at you with pleading eyes, begging you to tell him otherwise but your words had abandoned you and all you could do was stand there in silence, just looking back at him.

A look of hurt and understanding flashed in his eyes and before you could stop him or say anything he left the room, slamming the door behind him.

You weren’t sure what had taken over you, you shouldn’t have said all those things to him but it was done, it was all over now. You lied on the bed, not even bothering to finish changing your clothes, and allowed yourself to cry, letting all your sadness escape through the salty liquid running down your face.


It had been a week since your breakup with Charles, he had insisted on you staying in your quarters in the mansion. He had opted to sleep in a room on the other wing of the mansion and you hardly ever saw him.

So, one day on your way back from work you decided to go for a drink to your favourite bar. What you didn’t counted on was that Charles would also be there, and not alone. He was with your favourite person in the whole world, your super friend Moira, whom strangely was, once again flirting with him.

You couldn’t help but feel the sting of jealousy and sadness in your chest even though you knew you shouldn’t. Changing your mind and willing the tears to stay in your eyes you returned to the mansion and locked yourself in your room.

Once you were in your private quarters you let yourself cry your heart out, not caring if someone heard you. Why would you? You were alone and had let go of the man that you loved and whom also loved you. You had nothing to loose.

What you didn’t know was that Charles had also seen you, he saw you leave the bar and also headed home after you and now was listening to you crying outside your door, trying to decide whether to leave or try and comfort you. He settled for the latter and knocked gently at your door.

“Go away!” You shouted from the other side, not wanting to see anyone.

“Y/N, please let me in. Let me talk to you.” He insisted, heart clenching at the sound of your voice full of suffering.

It hadn’t been easy for him either, he had been avoiding you, knowing that seeing you would be a torture. So he had been suffering in silence, but seeing that look of hurt in your eyes back at the bar had broken his conviction and decided to try to work things out with you.

“No, please go away.” You answered, your conviction wearing thin.

“Please, I just want to talk to you. I hate to see you like this.”

Walking to your door and gathering all the courage you could muster, you opened it and found him leaning gently on your doorstep. Your heart clenched when you saw him looking as miserable as you felt.

“Fine.” You step aside to let him enter your once shared bedroom.

He looked at you with sorrow in his eyes before talking to you.

“Please don’t cry. You’re too good to be crying for a guy like me.”

Your eyes widened in surprise to his words, you had dumped him and yet here he was comforting you and trying to make you feel better.

“It’s just that seeing you with her kind of made all of this suddenly look very real. Before you say anything please let me say that I’m sorry, about my jealousy and about everything I said to you. I didn’t meant to say it and I regretted it the minute I said it but I couldn’t find the words to say anything and…” you started rambling and he stopped you before you went too far.

“Shh, I know it Y/N. I have to admit I also was a litthe childish when I decided to avoid you and not talking to you sooner but…” he interrupted himself and walked closer to you. He huffed looking defeated. “Can I hold you?”

You hadn’t expected him to say that and once again you found yourself not being able to ddo anything but to give him a slight nod.

However, that was all the answer he needed from you. Closing the space between you he trapped you in his arms, holding you close to him. Feeling like you had taken a breath of fresh air, you threw your arms around his neck and once again let yourself cry over his shoulder, holding him tight, not wanting to ever let him go.

He stroked your hair with one hand and your back with the other, willing you to let it all out. Once you were a little calmer he stepped back a bit without letting you go to look right into your eyes.

“Would you please take me back? I love you, Y/N, and I can’t live without you another day.” His voice was like a whisper, and you wondered what had you done to deserve such a man. You were the one supposed to apologize and ask him to take you back, yet here he was, taking the blame and trying to make amends.

“Of course I will. This week has been a living hell for me. But please forgive me for everything I said, I’ll try to stop being jealous.”

“Of course I forgive you. I just want you to know that I love you, so much. And I can’t picture my life without you by my side.” He murmured, still holding you and he leaned shakily to kiss you. The kiss was like oxygen to you, giving you life; and you could feel all the desperation, hunger and relief Charles was pouring into it and you hoped that kiss could last forever.

Alas, you had to break apart to breathe, and giving you the most loving look you had ever seen he mumbled a: “Come, let’s go to bed.”

Taking you by the hand he lead you to bed and you crawled under the covers, snuggling into his chest and drifting to sleep, happy to have your love back.

anonymous asked:

Hi there, I was wondering if you could help me out. I'm looking for a Darcy/Bucky story that I had been reading but lost track of. She'd been sent back in time and ended up living with the boys and dating Bucky. At one point she took a job as Charles Xavier's nanny or something like that. I can't remember the name of it and I'd really like to see if its been updated at all.

I surely don’t remember that one, Nonny. Sorry… @fuckyeahdarcylewis, anyone know?

Put a spell on me - Charles Xavier x Reader

Request by @sexymackstan <3

warnings: none

summary:  For your anniversary Charles surprises you with something no one would have expected.

a/n: inspired by the song “I put a spell on you” by Annie Lennox

********

He remembered what day it was. It wasn’t the day you first kissed or the day you started dating. It was the anniversary of when you first met.

He wheeled around the corner to serve you breakfast in bed. “You know I love you right? But I do have to confess that I burned the toast, love.”

I don’t care and I love you anyhow, Professor” you smirked. “I can’t believe you even remembered today…”

He smiled as he put the song on that was playing in the cafe where you met.

You admired the nice breakfast Charles had made you as you heard the wheelchair’s brakes click and all of a sudden he was standing right beside you leaning over you. He touched his temple and looked at you without moving his lips. “I love you. I’m yours right now.”

”B-But how are you walking…you still have your powers… I heard you in my head!”

He took your hand, gently placing the other on your lower back “Hank developed another serum. It won’t last long though. I just wanted to dance with you, my love.”

“You know I can’t stand it”, you teased him. 

“I don’t care if you don’t want me. But this might be your last chance to dance with me.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Professor!”, you teased “We dance all the time and I must admit I actually quite enjoy sitting in your lap”, you smirked.

“Come on now, darling! May I have this one last dance?”

“..Charles”, you groaned reminding him he was being a drama queen again as he took you in his arms and started dancing to your song.

I put a spell on you

Because you’re mine

Because you’re mine

Because you’re mine

Stupid Mistakes: Peter Maximoff/ Quicksilver Imagine

Prompt #32: I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend

Summary: You and Peter are best friends and he has feelings for you

Requested by @oly-sokolova


I shut my book with a smile and stretch out my body. I have been reading all afternoon and finally finished my book. I decide to go to Peter’s room to hang out so I throw some shoes on and head out the door. When I get to his room, I notice that his door is open slightly. I go to open the door but stop when I hear Hank’s voice. I peer in the door to see Peter sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands and Hank standing in front of him. I’m about to knock when they start talking again. “Why don’t you just tell her?” Hank says, clearly fed up with the conversation. Peter scoffs and says “Oh yeah. Great plan. I’ll just march on up to her and say y/n, I think I’m in love with you. And what if she rejects me? What do I do then Hank?”. Hank shakes his head and says “But what if she doesn’t? You’ll never know until you tell her”. Peter grips the roots of his hair tightly as he mumbles “I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend”. My jaw drops open and I back away from the door as I see Hank pat Peter’s shoulder and walk towards the door. As he gets closer I turn away and sprint back to my room. I flop onto my bed, replaying the words I had heard Peter say. I lay there for a while before I hear a soft knock on my door. I get up to open it and see Peter’s eyes staring into mine. “Hey Peter what’s up?” I say trying to be causal. He walks in and sits on my bed. “ I know you heard what I said earlier. I saw you outside my door before you ran away. I figured I should say it to your face so um yeah” he says as he grabs my hands and takes a deep breath. “Y/n, I think that I might be in love with you. I know that we are best friends so if you don’t feel the same I understand but I think that it would only be fair to give me a chance. Let me take you on one date before you decide anything. If you still don’t feel anything after that, the I’ll leave you alone” he says nervously. I let go of one of his hands and I put my fingers under his chin to make him look at me, because his eyes couldn’t stay still. I smile at his and shake my head slightly as I say “Who says I don’t already feel the same,hm?”. His eyes open wide and he asks quietly “Really? Like seriously?”. I laugh a little and nod. A huge smile breaks out across his face and he throws his arms around my shoulders. I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face in his chest. He pulls away and places a soft kiss onto my lips. I look up at him and smirk saying “You know I’m still expecting that date though”. He laughs and nods before placing a kiss to the top of my head and all I can think is how glad I am that I made the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.

Stick With You ~ Kenny Omega Imagine

Originally posted by buddhabashatthebeach

Requested by anon

Kenny x You 

A/N : I love this gif of Kenny.  I was thinking of making another blog but this one on just vampire diaries , teen wolf and the originals. Let me know if I should or not or should I just write those imagines on here.


Running your fingers through your hair, you sighed. Feeling a bit down, not even knowing the reason why. Then he came in, “ Oh Y/N..” Kenny made his way into the room. His smile dropped seeing your hunched shoulders and head down.

“ Baby girl, what’s the matter?” Walking over to you, kneeling down. Raising your head, he was looking at you with concern written on his face. But you couldn’t really tell because of that mass of curls on his head. He was adorable. Period. 

“ I think we should tell everyone that were together Kenny” He sighed. This conversation had came up once or twice within the past week. “ Y/N, I told you when the time comes, we will.” He gotten up walking into the bathroom to take a shower. 

Kenny and you have been secretly dating over the past few months, he was such a dork. He had a love for video games and he was just simply amazing.he was charismatic, he is one hell of a guy in a wrestling ring.  At first, Kenny and you hated each other but things changed, you showed Kenny a side of you he never seen before. Vulnerable. 

He saw your tears, his heart broke. He wanted nothing but to hold you in his arms and hurt the people that made you cry. He became over time, your best friend into your lover. 

You did love Kenny but you were afraid to say it to him since he didn’t tell you those words just yet. 


Xavier Woods, one third’s of the New Day had has a rivalry on Twitter with Kenny. They teased to the fans about gaming against one another. 

“ This will be a piece of cake for you babe” You leaned over to kiss his cheek but he pulled away. “ Were in public..” He mumbled. “ Right” You mumbled looking away.

He nudged your shoulder, “ Hey.” Looking back at him, he send you a smile. “ I know that my number one girl will be cheering me on. You can treat me later” He winked at you. 

Blushing, you rolled your eyes with a smile on your face. Kenny knew you never could get mad at him. 


They were playing Street Fighter V, Kenny likes Cody but he picks Alex while Woods picks someone else, Kenny has his personal gaming pad. One which you gave him, it was his good luck. 

Kenny ended winning the game, Xavier was upset that he lost but he had his gaming channel to continue to rise. 

You clapped seeing Kenny had won, you were happy for him seeing everyone cheering for him. He shook hands with Woods before he looked over seeing you watching him. He send you a wink before he rose his hands up and yelled out to the crowd.

“ Can I have everyone’s attention?” The crowd was still loud, Xavier who stood by him looked confused. He looked back at me to see if I knew what was going on. I shrugged. 

What was Kenny up to now? 

“ I have something to tell everyone. I’ve been dating this girl for a while now” He started to say. Your eyes got wide at what he was saying. He finally was going to tell the world and everyone, that you were together. 

“ You know what, Y/N, get your sexy ass here” He called to you. You shook your head, staying in the back. He laughed before he got the crowd cheering your name. Only Kenny. 

Walking out to him, standing by him. “ What’s going on?” 

“ As I was saying, this girl right here. Her name is Y/N and I am crazy in love with her. She’s my best friend and the love of my life. She makes Kenny Omega who he is today. Not the match, not the games but this princess right here make Kenny Omeg’s day in a snap. She’s my world and I want everyone to know I am off the market. Sorry ladies. This girl is the only women for me” 

“ Kenny…” You started to say, he smiled down at you taking your hand in his bringing it to his lips, kissing your palm.

“ Everything I said was true” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you bring him down for a kiss making the crowd cheer like crazy. He smiled against your lips before you pulled away mumbling, “ I love you too” 

tag 9 people you want to get to know better

I was tagged by @cherik-is-really-gay (I agree with you url btw, they are really gay <3)

  • relationship status: mentally dating a fictional character
  • lipstick or chapstick: meh
  • last song you listened to: Evermore - Dan Stevens
  • last movie I watched: either X-Men First Class or Beauty and the Beast I don’t remember
  • top three characters: Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Jubilee
  • top three ships: cherik, fitzsimmons, rebelcaptain

I tag @lehnsherr-stark @cxptaincassian @elektranhatcios @petersevan @unearthlydust and the 9booties (that’s more than 9 people but idc)

Jealousy

Originally posted by teriarty

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Female Reader

Request: “Can you do one where the reader is a tomboy and she can controls electricity and she is dating Peter. And one day she was dared or there was a dance making her wear a dress or skirt. This made all the boys to stare at her making Peter jealous at the same time”

Warnings: None


You adjusted your dress for like the hundredth time, Jean poking you from behind.


“Stop it, you look fine,” she said, putting the finishing touches on your hair.


“I know, but I hate dresses. I have no idea why Xavier had to come up with the idea for a dance,” you muttered.


“You look great in dresses. I know it’s not your normal, but isn’t it a nice change?” Jean asked, gathering up her makeup. 


“I guess. I don’t feel very comfortable in them, either,” you admitted. You winced when the lights flickered a bit, a sign of your nervousness. You normally had your mutant ability under control, except when you got flustered or anxious.


“Relax. Peter will love it.” Jean patted you on the shoulder, motioning towards the door. “Now are you ready to go?”


“Yeah,” you resigned, getting yo and adjusting your dress one more time before following Jean. The two of you were going to meet Peter and Scott at the doors for the dance. 


You walked carefully down the stairs on your shoes, catching sight of Peter and Scott standing next to each other. You could only imagine how uncomfortable your boyfriend Peter felt in his suit.


You walked into his view nervously, fidgeting with your hair. Peter’s eyes widened when he saw you, his mouth falling open.


“Y/N, you look…” He tried to speak, failing miserably. You blushed, fluffing out the skirt a bit.
“I don’t normally wear dresses,” you said nervously. Peter shook his head, extending his hand to you.


“No, you look beautiful,” he said, pulling you next to him and into the dance. When you entered the room, you could feel everyone’s eyes turn towards you, especially the boys. You felt Peter’s arm snaking around your waist, drawing you into him. He glared at some of the boys, you laughing softly when he turned you to face him, his hands moving to rest on your waist.


“What are you laughing for?” He asked sharply.


“The look on your face. It’s almost as if you’re jealous,” you smiled, tipping your head to the side. Peter sighed, tightening his hands on your back.


“I’m sorry, I just don’t like the way they stare at you,” he whispered.


“Well, it is a miracle that I am even wearing a dress. I’d be surprised too, if I were them,” you joked. Peter laughed, kissing you softly on your forehead.
“Never change,” he murmured.


“I don’t think I will,” you answered, sighing. “I can’t wait to get back into pants and a shirt.”


“Me too,” Peter grinned.

anonymous asked:

The ~queerbaiting discourse would be exhausting if Xavier cast him in something until Harry got the interview question that all men get when they play a gay character: "What was it like kissing a man 🙃😮🤔😱??" and he would just answer like "well you know i just took my own experiences and applied them to my character, you know erm, like, it wasn't any different than kissing guys I've dated in the past like, except, erm, obviously [actor] is just a friend but yeah, erm, it was fine (:"

omg stop……………like nobody will relate to this but this ask reminds me so much of 2012 when alex from all time low and tay from we are the in crowd were like ~secretly~ dating and filmed a music video together where they kissed and then an interviewer asked tay if it was weird to act out kissing alex and she was like…………haha it was fine (: and the interviewer was like but it was just acting right… and she was just like……….nope (: #iconic moments in bandom history. but anyway yeah GOD that would literally kill me dead and i shivered in the good way reading this