Tell Me You Love Me// Alex Summers Imagine
a/n: that gif of him licking his lips actually makes me want to punch him in the face how dare he be so good looking. Also this imagine kind of reminds me more of Peter Maximoff than Alex but oh wellllll
8: “Tell me you love me” from this prompt list
Request: 8 or 12 with alex summers? (idk which one i like better so go with whichever one you like best!) thank you! 💗
Alex Summers x Reader
How in hell were you supposed to pass this class with him sitting right next to you, trying his very best to distract you at every possible moment. Your lab partner, Alex, had done everything a nine year old boy would do to get a girl’s attention. Which was ridiculous considering the fact he was seventeen for god’s sake. He passed you notes that you got in trouble for, tapped his foot on the ground oddly and repeditively, and even on rare occasions tugged at your hair when you had it up in a ponytail.
You tore your eyes away from your professor who was explaining how mutations are created, and narrowed your eyes at the pestering boy next to you.
Today, he was clicking his pen continuously, knowing how much it bothered you.
“Would you quit it?” You hissed at him, trying to keep your voice low so you wouldn’t get caught talking during a lecture. “You know it drives me crazy!”
Alex gave you one of his famous smirks and your stomach flipped. You thought it was just plain cruel that such an annoyance in your life had such a gorgeous bone structure.
“Well, darlin’,” he said with a slight hint at an accent, “you drive me crazy every god damn day, ‘Bout time you felt the same way.”
Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention back to the lecture and tried your hardest to take notes and not think about Alex’s latest declaration of affection. He always flirted with you but you weren’t sure if it was real or not, so you felt the safest bet was to ignore it.
As the professor kept drowning on the clicking pen didn’t stop. You couldn’t focus like this and soon enough you snapped,
“Alex I swear to god if you don’t stop clicking your pen I’m going to drop kick you out of the room!’ You whispered/yelled.
Despite your threat, the clicking didn’t stop and you were getting desperate.
“Alex, please, what do I have to do to get you to stop?” You asked him hopelessly.
Immediately, you knew that was the wrong thing to say. As the smirk crept back onto his face you groaned internally for asking such an open ended question.
He leaned in really close to you, his nose almost brushing yours and said in a voice that you had never heard him use before, “Tell me you love me.”
You were shocked, Alex was never this forward with his flirting and his words caught you off guard. All you could do was stare into his cursedly gorgeous blue eyes and watch as his smile spread even farther across his face.
“Miss y/l/n and Mr. Summers, detention after school. No canoodling in my classroom!” Your teacher yelled. At the very word, canoodling, the class erupted into laughter and a blush found it’s place on your cheeks. You were unsurprised to see Alex laughing along with them, his chill attitude never faltering.
Detention was 2 hours of sitting across the room from Alex trying to piece together if he actually had feelings for you or not.
You obviously had feelings for him, how could you not? Yeah sure he was sometimes a bit too headstrong and a bit too childish, but after spending almost every day with him since you arrived at Xavier’s three years ago, it was impossible for you to not fall for him. His smile made your heart melt and your knees weak and you knew you wouldn’t be able to deny how you felt very much longer.
At the end of detention Alex immediately stood up and strode across the room to meet you at the desk you just stood up from.
You sighed, resting your hands on the side of the desk and leaning across it to meet his eyes.
“What do you want,” you asked, trying to keep your feelings hidden.
Alex duplicated your actions and put his hands across from yours and leaned in. He was dangerously close to you and you could smell his aftershave. You prayed he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating.
“I already told you what I want. I want you to tell me that you love me,” he said as if it was the simplest thing in the world.
Your breath caught in your throat, you were fairly certain he was just going to drop this topic from class but the fact that he brought it up again made you feel unprepared for your answer. And the way he was looking at you, for once in his life looking serious and sincere, you didn’t have any other options than tell him the truth.
“I love you,” you said quickly and before he had time to react, you ran out of the room. Or at least you tried to run out of the room.
Before you could get very far, Alex had his hand wrapped around your wrist and spun you around to kiss him.
Instantly, your lips fell into sync with his and you lost track of time. Your hands found their place in his hair and his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him than you had ever been before. You don’t know how long it was before you pulled away from one another but you were glad you did. That smile he was wearing on his face could top any kiss in the world.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he whispered breathlessly.
You smiled softly and responded, “Me too.”