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kayesfanfics · 26 days

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Hi can I request a femreader/ nightcrawler story where the reader is shy and anxious, while Kurt misunderstands this as her thinking he’s a monster?

But in truth she’s been trying to confess her feelings to him but she always backs out last minute in fear?

Thank you!

A/N: The way I’ve probably imagined this scenario at 12 years old laying in bed at night. I also made the reader friends with Rogue, Jean and Ororo since she’s closer to their ages

“Sugah, yer lookin’ more nervous than a long-tailed pussy cat in a room full o’ rockin’ chairs!” Rogue tapped your shoulder as she walked into the lounging area, where you were having morning coffee with Jean and Ororo. “What’s gotcha all riled up, huh?”

“Kurt’s playing basketball with the others outside...in shorts.” Jean quipped before taking a sip of coffee, a playful grin on her face. Ororo chuckled at the embarrassed face you made, as if someone just walked in on you changing.

“Jean!” You whined, face turning redder when Rogue started laughing.

“Oh, Y/N! We’re just teasing!” Jean giggled as you pouted at all of them finding your embarrassment amusing.

“I just don’t see why you haven’t told him about her feelings yet!”

They all knew you’ve had the biggest crush on the fuzzy blue X-Man, Nightcrawler, ever since he joined the team a few months ago. He was always so nice to everyone, including you, and he seemed to always say the right thing at the right time. He even made your morning coffee sometimes when you got up late, knowing everyone’s coffee order by heart by now.

The boys were outside playing basketball with Jubilee and Roberto, showing the younger ones how it was done. You watched out the window at the court, seeing Gambit and Wolverine battling for the ball before Kurt teleported between them and snatched the ball from them, tossing it into the basket and laughing when they both started yelling about the “no powers” rule. You smiled before realizing you were staring, clearing your throat and turning to Rogue.

“You know I get too nervous around your brother, I can’t even ask him to pass the salt at dinner!”

“Yer always nervous, that’s fine! But y’know, he totally likes you too. I can tell.”

“No he doesn’t.” You shook your head in denial.

“Yes he does.” All three women said at the same time, side eyeing you or rolling their eyes.

“My dear, Kurt is a very charismatic man, but he goes out of his way to make you smile every chance he gets.” Ororo set her hand atop of yours. “I even see a flash of disappointment when you flee from his advances.”

“Really?” You asked, feeling a bit guilty about making him feel bad. You were a generally nervous person, but your anxiety sky rocketed around him, your heart always felt like it would explode out of your chest when he got close to you or touched you. It was difficult to hold eye contact with him, your nerves getting the best of you and looking down at the floor while you spoke to him. You’d give him a scared smile when he handed you things, your blood running cold when his hand brushed up against yours during those exchanges. You often found your eyes wandering to him when he wasn’t focused on you, it was easier to look at him when you knew he wasn’t aware of you checking him out. You loved the way his tail squashed playfully as he joked around with Morph, how his ear would twitch like a cats when he heard someone new enter the room, how his fangs gleamed when he smiled or how his bright yellow eyes sparked with mischief during a fight.

“Okay…you know what? Todays the day, today I need to confess to him! If I don’t today, I never will cause I’m a baby and will back out.” You stood up confidently.

“Yeah! Go get em, tiger!” Rogue cheered as you walked away, then lowered her voice. “She ain’t gonna.”

“I think Y/N can do things she sets her mind to.” Storm defended you.

“Wanna put ten bucks on it?” Rogue raised an eyebrow and cheekily grinned.

“…you’re on.” Storm nodded, shaking her hand as Jean spoke up, saying she’d bet alongside Storm that you could do it.

“You know I can still hear you all?” You crossed your arms from the window, getting a closer look and watching Kurt dodge Roberto’s lunge. Your friends all laughed as you shook your head, trying to get ahold of your nerves.

How were you supposed to tell the most handsome, heroic, sweetest, most amazing person ever you were in love with them? Kurt was genuinely the kindest person you’d ever met, giving you butterflies when you watched him comfort a mutant child during a fight, or how he helped his teammates so gently when they were injured. You couldn’t fathom how people were afraid or disgusted by him, he was the most gorgeous man in the world. How you could see a tinge of indigo under his blue fur when he blushed or bruised, how sculpted and chiseled he was yet also was so soft to look at. When he wore sweatpants and a tank top after training one day, you swore you would have a heart attack right then and there seeing how attractive he looked in the outfit. You adored sneaking peeks of him working out alone, his muscles bulging when he did push ups or pull ups on a bar, how flexible and agile he was and how effortless he made it look. You’d stand outside the door until you felt you would get caught staring, not wanting to seem like a creep.

You were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts when the door opened, Wolverine carrying Jubilee, pretending to be limp and passed out in his arms.

“What happened?” Jean asked as the girls all stood up from their little coffee and gossip session.

“She tripped and scraped her knee trying to get the ball from Logan!” Morph snickered as they all filed inside.

“I’ve been attacked! He pushed me and now I’m severely wounded!” Jubilee whined dramatically as Logan set her down on the counter. You waited for Kurt while you listened to Jubilee and Wolverine bicker about the seriousness of her cut knee, feeling your heart skip a beat when he finally walked in, chatting with Hank.

“Um…hey, Kurt?” You spoke quietly, but Kurt’s ear twitched and picked up your shy voice.

“Yes, Miss Y/N?” He asked, stopping and letting Hank go ahead of him.

“I…um…could you find a first aid kit, please?”

You blushed when you heard your friends laugh behind you and Storm and Jean handed Rogue money, knowing Kurt was looking past you at them, wondering what they were doing. You felt like a dork backing out of confessing and asking him to do something you could easily do, but you changed your mind at the last second that you weren’t ready yet.

“Sure.” He smiled, before bamfing off. You turned and glared at your friends, before walking walked over to Jubilee, seeing blood dripping down her shin and gravel from the court embedded inside of it.

“Ouch, let me clean that for you.” You said and wet a paper towel, ignoring Logan saying how she was fine and it was part of growing up and being a kid. You kneeled down and patted down Jubilee’s injury, soaking up the blood and wiping out any gravel from the wound.

“Here you are, Y/N.” You heard a familiar sweet, velvety voice beside you. You looked over and saw Nightcrawler holding out a first aid kit from the nearest bathroom, a charming grin on his face.

“Oh, um, thank you Kurt.” You smiled at him shyly, before quickly turning your attention to Jubilee. You didn’t see the look of rejection in his yellow eyes as the irritated twitch of his tail at that, before he sighed and bamfed off again.

*a couple hours later*

“Mein Gott!” The mutant shouted in surprise, also not paying attention to where he was going before tumbling backwards at the collision. You were on your way to training, focusing on wrapping up your hands to look where you were going. Now, you knocked down the last person you wanted to. You felt bad seeing the gorgeous man on the floor because of you.

“Kurt! I’m so sorry! Here, let me help!” You held a hand out to him, but he got up himself.

“It is fine.” He said simply before walking past you, then suddenly pausing and turning to you. “May I ask you something?”

“Sure.” You fidgeted with your hands nervously, anxious for the question.

“Do you…have I offended you in some way?” He asked, his eyes flashing with a bit of sadness.

“What? No? Why would you think that?” You asked, worried your timid behavior had finally kicked you in the ass.

“You tend to just brush me off, I’ve noticed. Lately you don’t really look at me, you respond with few words to me. I just thought…maybe I did something to scare you? Disgust you? Perhaps I…you think I’m a monster?”

You stared at him in the hallway, shock freezing your thoughts for a moment. How could he ever think your awkwardness around him could be because you thought he was disgusting? That he thought you found him frightening? You hadn’t realized how not making eye contact or responding curtly would come across to him, a man who’s been persecuted and attacked his whole life for how he looked. He was the most admirable, amazing person you’d ever met and you made him feel like a monster.

“Kurt, no! Not at all! I just…I do like you, I do! You just…make me very nervous. More so than I usually am…”

“How? Do I intimidate you?” He tilted his head in confusion. “I do not mean to-“

“It’s not that, really. I uh…I just really admire you, I guess. You make me more nervous than the others because…because I really like you…a lot.” You looked down at the floor, shyly looking up into his eyes. His face relaxed when he finally understood what you meant.

“Oh…I apologize for thinking so little of your actions. You are understanding and non judge mental, I should never have assumed what I did about you. How about I take you out to apologize for my ignorance?” He flashed his fangs at you in a charming smile, slowly approaching you before he was close enough to hold out a hand to you.

“I-I…okay.” You took his hand and sheepishly smiled up at him, allowing him to guide you down the hall. “I’m really sorry I made you feel like I-“

“No apology necessary, Y/N, really. I’m just glad we’ve come to…an understanding.” He grinned, bringing your hand up to his lips to place a soft kiss on your knuckles. You blushed and giggled at the action

#x men 97 #xmen x reader #nightcrawler #kurt wagner #kurt wagner x reader #nightcrawler x reader

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that1fangirrl · 3 months

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Angel- Chapter 8

Warning: mdni, suggestive themes

They all walk out together. Jeni watches Foggy get in his cab, while Matt waits on the side. She loops her arm into his, feeling a bit more comfortable. “It’s so beautiful out tonight. The sky looks extra blue and the stars look like little pieces of glitter.” She smiles leaning into Matt. “That does sound beautiful. Speaking of beautiful, what are you wearing for your event?” Jeni blushes a little. “Well you said you liked the color red. So I have this nice red, silky dress that I got altered last week. And I was thinking of having some cute little flowers embroidered on it.” Matt imagines what the dress would look like on her. “What about your hair? I know you tend to wear it up most of the time, right?” She nods, “Yeah. I never really liked having it down much. When I was a kid, my mom used to say she wanted me to show my face to the world more. My glasses compromised that a little for her. She wanted contacts, I wanted my regular frames. She wanted long, straight hair, so I left my curls in a ponytail. I think I was like 10 when she decided to just let me get my bangs cut. Something about the curls would look more cute if they framed my face better. I only ever straighten it for these events, cause I know how she gets.” He imagines her with her hair big and curly falling down her shoulders. If he could see, that would probably be his favorite sight in the world. He knew she wore glasses; he could sometimes make out the faint smell of her cleaner and the sound of her glasses sliding down her nose. He could tell she was beautiful and tried hard to keep up her image.

The two had walked in comfortable silence together. The sound of Jenevieve's heartbeat calmed Matt. She only ever sounded this calm when she was distracted from her mind. As the two rounded the corner, Jeni’s building was in sight. Just a couple more blocks. The wind had started to pick up a little. New York wasn’t expecting any rain for a few days. Matt felt a shiver take over Jeni’s body. “How far are we from your place? You’re freezing.” She shakes her head. “We’re only a few blocks away. I’ll be okay.” She squeezes his bicep with a smile. “Wow. Has it always been that big? No! Stop with the thoughts Jeni!” Matt laughs to himself, feeling her try to get rid of her growing arousal. “What could possibly be turning her on now. It’s kinda cute.” He smiles. “We’re here” She smiles, opening the door and walking him to the elevator. The two ride in silence. “Are you hungry? I can’t really cook, but I know Jubilee has some leftovers in the fridge.” She asks Matt as she unlocks the door and leads him to the kitchen. He takes a seat at the island. “Not really. Could I have some water, please?” “Of course.” She grabs him a glass and fills it up. “Here you go. Um, I’ll be right back. I’m just gonna change really fast.” He nods, taking a sip of his water.

She walks into her room. Moving a few things around, before looking in her closet for something to wear. Matt can feel her undressing. The feeling of her hair falling down her back, her glasses being sat on her stand by the door, her shirt and pants sliding off, the feeling of her nipples hardening from the cold air in the room, the way they hit her new t-shirt… He can tell she doesn’t have on pants yet. His face reddens a little. He knows he shouldn’t be listening to her body, but he can’t help it. He listens as she goes to the bathroom. She washes her face, brushes her teeth and grabs a medicine bottle from the counter. She pops two pills in her mouth and swallows, looking at herself in the mirror. Her heartbeat picks up a little, she’s a little nervous. To shake the nerves, she fluffs her hair and puts her glasses back on. When she walks back into her room, she searches for a pair of bottoms. She throws on a pair of shorts, walking back towards her main door and back to Matt at the table.

“Miss me?” Jeni smiles, grabbing a glass of water for herself. He stares blankly behind his specs before he clears his throat. “How could I not?” He feels her blush a little as he joins her by the sink. One of his hands comes in contact with her hip. She looks up to see him leaning down slightly. She leans up, only for him to place his cup in the sink behind her. She blushes a deep red before turning back around. A strike of thunder hits, harsh rain drops following it. Jenevieve jumps into his arms. “Shit! I didn’t know it was supposed to storm. The forecast said cloudy skies, but damn!” She shakes in his arms. Her heart sounds like it’s about to jump out of her throat. He tightens his grip on her. “Not a fan of thunder, I see. Maybe… I… Could… stay here with you. For the night. Y’know to keep you company.” She looks up at him. “I’d like that.” She smiles into his chest. “Um, what size are you?” He clears his throat with a smirk. “In clothes, right?” She shoots up pink, “Oh my god! Yes, in clothes. I- I would never just ask you that kind of question.” The two laugh as he pulls her back in. “I’m sure you wouldn’t. But if you did want to know, just ask.” His smirk intensifies. She bites her lip, “Well then I guess you’ll just have to sleep naked then.” She pulls away, still holding his hand, before he can react. “Come on, I’ll give you a t-shirt to sleep in.” “That’s not necessary. I have one under my button up. I could just wear that. Thank you though.” She nods, “Oh. Okay. Do you want some sweatpants then? I could grab some for you. And we could hang out on my couch. It’s a pull out.” He nods. “I could get used to this.” The two think to themselves.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x oc #angel #daredevil x oc #daredevil x reader

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Marks of Love | Alex Summers

Summary; the morning after in Alex is peaceful, that is until you leave his room. Then, it’s pretty obvious what the pair of you had been up to.

Warnings; smut, hickeys, swearing, cheesy Alex, mention of virginity loss, swearing, Kurt being an innocent boi

Alex groaned as he forced himself up and out of the bed, he scratched his blonde head, groaning lightly as sun broke through his curtains. “Shit.” He spoke to himself, looking at the time.

He was late. And so were you, considering the fact that you were still in his room, and naked underneath his sheets.

It was against the rules in the X Mansion, for girls and boys to be in one another’s rooms. There was so much freedom in Charles’ open home, everyone was allowed to be their true self.

However, you were all still kids and teenagers. It was something Charles had put in place, but it made Alex feel better, knowing that many others did not abide by it all the time either.

“Last night was amazing.” You stretched your arms out, your voice inclined Alex to look over at you, and clamber back onto his mattress.

“It was.” He spoke, getting pulled back into the amorous serenity, and leaning down to intertwine your lips. “I’m so happy we bit the bullet.” He bit his own lip, his blue eyes gazing into your y/e/c eyes.

“Must have felt good then.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, laughing as he nodded, blushing from the mention of your involvement.

“People say first times are clumsy and messy, but ours... it was perfect.” He smiled, his worry for his lateness to class disappearing.

“Yeah, it certainly was.” He kissed your neck, sucking on the skin and stroking his tongue against it. “Al.”

“I love you.” He mumbled against your flesh, situating himself to lie atop of you, dressed in nothing more than his boxer shorts. As his lips began to move more vigorously, so did his hips, tutting against you with the layering of his duvet between.

“I love you more.” You lulled your head back into the cushion, which smelled just like him, and as he pulled the covers back, leaving you exposed, he removed his boxers, so that he too was dressed in nothing but his own skin.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He mumbled, groaning as there was a harsh knock at the door. “Give me a minute.” As he stood, he pulled on his underwear, wearing just that as he went to the door and opened it just enough so that he could peek outside.

“Dude, why aren’t you in class? We had a test.” Sean reprimanded him, and Havok could only roll his sapphire eyes.

“A test is the last thing that I care about.” And it was currently, he had just gotten laid, but he would not tell his best friend. Sean already figured that Alex and you had already done the deed, from the PDA, it was what a lot of people took from the public interaction.

“Okay.” He shrugged, causing Sean’s gaze to travel down, and he felt a feeling swell in his stomach. Banshee couldn’t hold it for long, he burst out laughing, earning a frown from his friend.

“Nice neck.” The redhead pointed out the dark blotches scattered against Alex’s neck, he no doubted that yours was the same. Alex huffed, his attitude showing well as he clenched his jaw, and rested his arm firmly against the door. “If Scott knew the things that you were doing...”

“I’m not taking a bribe to keep your mouth shut, if my brother’s told, he’s told, simple as.” With that, he shut the door in Sean’s face, rubbing over his own with his palms as he began to return to you.

“Fuck, I studied hours for that test.” You whined, covering your head with a pillow, of which Alex was fast to remove. “I was gonna get all the answers right as well, Jubilee dragged me to the library and we went ham for hours.”

“Talking about going ham for hours.” He wiggled his eyebrows, causing you to snort at his efforts. But nevertheless, you allowed him to continue his intentions, breathing in the smell of sex that had glued to his skin as he leaned over, reaching for one of the drawers of his bedside table, and rifling blindlessly through for a condom.

He plucked it up with his fingers once he had located it, sitting back on his knees as he toyed with the packaging. For the bad boy of the school, your boyfriend sure did know how to be adorable. Instead of wearing his usual smirk, his eyes were squinted, as he tried to open the package.

“Give it here.” You extended your hand, opening the wrapper almost instantly after you had received the foil dressed protection. Alex took it back, holding onto his base as he rolled the condom onto his cock.

The sight of him handling himself had you biting your lip, a hunger growing in your chest. You leant back, waiting for him to clamber over top of you, which he did, as he began to position his tip at your entrance.

“You good?” He asked, placing one of his arms beside your head, enclosing you between him and the luxurious mattress. To answer his question, you jutted your hips towards him, gripping his shoulders, and so, he began to push into you.

Alex remained slow in his pace, stopping for a moment so that you could adjust to his size, only beginning to thrust when he knew that he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Oh my.” It felt better than last time, perhaps it was because you had grown and stretched to accommodate him once before. But nevertheless, as your eyes fluttered closed from the pleasure, Alex quickened his administration, cussing himself because of the pleasure.

The two of you had done things before last night, but it was different going all the way. There was something so sensual about having him inside of you, it was as though it connected your souls, or perhaps it just felt that way because of the hormones.

You moved your legs, lodging them either side of your boyfriend’s hips, pulling him closer and deeper. It reviled a groan from his throat, increasing the pleasure for both him and yourself. “Fuck.” He hissed, feeling himself begin to get close, and so he snuck his hand down and past your abdomen, and rubbed your clit.

“I’m cumming.” You informed him in your state of bliss. He too felt near to bursting, he doubted that he could ever feel better, but he could definitely feel predominantly worse.

“Nice neck.” Peter spoke to you, and it only drew the attention of your friends as well. Jean stifled her laughter as she heard your thoughts on how you could kill that fast running bastard, but Kurt was confused.

“Vhat iz it?” He asked curiously, tilting his head as he tried to study the strange marks. They were nothing like the religious symbols that he had crafted into his skin, there was no definition to the. They looked like bruises, and as Alex and Sean walked over, Banshee advocated himself to answer.

“They’re marks of love.” Alex kicked him, causing him to trip. Scott shook his head at his older brother’s behaviour, not surprised even a little by it.

“Just shut up.” Alex sighed, sitting on the grass beside you, and wrapping his arm around you.

“You also have them.” Kurt realised, looking at Storm for answers. Surely she would know, or at least tell him, no one was being specific enough.

“They’re called hickeys.” She sighed. “And it’s what two people give each other when they really really like each other.”

“And I’m going to guess that is why neither of you were in class this morning.” Scott spoke, his expression half unreadable due to the ruby quartz glasses, however, the image of him pretending to puke was far too visible.

“You are correct.”

“Stay out of my head Jean.” You shook your head at her impulse to do so, it couldn’t be helped, you knew that, but sometimes, you liked some privacy.

“Well... Charles is gonna have a field day giving the pair of you the talk.” Peter said, and it was clear that he had endured that experience far too many times.

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sunflowergirl522 · 3 years

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Ivy

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Your mutation is controlling and growing plants. Peter spots you one day while he’s running and makes it his mission to get close to you. You then use flowers to tell him what you think of him without actually saying it.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 2631

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Peter knew everyone his age or close to it at the school at least that’s what he thought before he saw her. He was on a run to kill off some of his energy when he noticed her leaning against a tree smiling as she read a book. She seemed so at peace in a way that Peter’s only ever dreamed of. While the world was moving slowly around him he had time to fully drink in her beauty and he knew he had to get to know her.

You were enjoying Pet Cemetery when a gust of wind caused the pages of the book to fly around making you lose your spot. The smile that was on your face falls being replaced with a frown of annoyance. You look up to see what could’ve caused the wind on such a perfect day to find one speedster in front of you. He pushes his goggles onto his head and takes his headphones out of his ears. The smirk on his face doesn’t falter as you slam your book shut.

“Did I make you lose your spot?” You just glare at him as you stand up brushing any grass off of yourself. “Whoops, my bad. What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone anyways?”

“It’s a beautiful day out and I enjoy my own company.” You shrug at him already forgiving him for making you lose your spot, you were never one for grudges.

“The day’s not as beautiful as you dollface.” You chuckle a bit at the nickname and he smiles at you. “I’m Peter, but you can call me anyday.” He winks and holds out his hand for you to shake.

“I know who you are. Nice to meet you Peter.” You shake his hand before putting your hand in your pocket.

“I’ve never seen you around before.”

“That makes sense, I wasn’t here when you saved the whole school and tend to stick to myself.”

“So what’s your power?” You just smile and crouch down waving your hand to grow a white camellia before plucking it and putting it behind Peter's ear which causes him to blush. “Gotta go see ya around!” He tries to speed off but trips and falls in front of you. He looks down at his feet seeing vines wrapped around them.

“Whoops, my bad.” You giggle and winked at him as you wave bye. Peter’s left there leaning on his elbows awestruck as you walk away.

The next day you’re sitting in your room listening to music and reading again when Peter’s speeding past. He stops at your open door and watches you nod your head to Abba’s King Kong Song.

“So Abba huh? Nice.” He’s sitting on the chair in the corner of your room in no time causing you to jump into a sitting position on your bed, your book falling into your lap. Before you can even get annoyed at losing your spot you see that there’s a bookmark sticking out of the pages. You look up at Peter who’s taking in the room around him as if he didn’t just do that. “You’ve got a pretty uh, green room.” He sounds shocked at all the plants in your room.

“What can I say, I have a green thumb.” You move to sit cross legged at the end of your bed to be closer to the silver haired boy.

“Do you ever actually hang out with other people or are you really just a hermit?”

“I told you, I tend to stick to myself. I hang out with Jubilee sometimes though, if you must know.”

“You have gotta get more friends.” He leans forward in the chair and points at you as he speaks.

“Kurts there sometimes too.” You shrug and stand up. “Speaking of which I told them I’d get lunch.” You stretch and walk over to the window to grab your bag from the floor and start to put your shoes on. “So is you barging into my life gonna be a common thing now? Should I be worried that I’m gonna have to look at you all the time?”

“I know you’re looking forward to seeing this face everyday.”

“Sure whatever helps you sleep at night.” You walk up to him and grab his wrist to look at his watch. “Shit I really gotta go. See you later Peter.” You make a blue iris come out of the pot in the window and put it behind his ear like yesterday before running out of the room. Peter stays in the chair for a minute twirling the flower around in his fingers before turning your radio off and speeding off.

You don’t see Peter the next day and you find yourself feeling like something was missing. You had spent the day expecting him to pop up out of the blue. You had even gotten your hopes up when Kurt came knocking at your door to see if you wanted to hang out. You had agreed making sure he didn’t see that you were slightly disappointed he wasn’t Peter besides you liked Kurt and like Peter said you needed more friends so why not. The two of you spend the day sitting outside with you telling Kurt about flowers and how they can mean different things.

The next day Peter zips in front of you in the hall on your way to the garden causing you to trip over your own feet while trying to stop. He’s quick to catch you though smirking at you in his arms.

“Falling for me already, Ivy?”

“In your dreams. Did you just call me Ivy?” Once you’re back on your feet you continue your way to your destination.

“Yeah, you know like Poison Ivy in the Batman comics since you guys do the same thing. You never gave me your name and I have to call you something.”

“Oh, I guess I haven’t. Well hi Peter, I’m Y/n.” You stop and hold out your hand for him to take.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” You just roll your eyes at him and keep walking outside. “Where are we off to anyway?”

“The garden, I wanted to just sit with all the flowers for a while.” Peter follows you not saying how boring he thinks this is gonna be. He’s just happy to be in your presence. Once you sit down in a nice sunny patch of grass you glance up at Peter who’s glancing around. “Where were you yesterday, I thought it was your mission to bug me.”

“Aw did you miss me, Ivy? I’m touched.”

“No, I was just curious. I ended up spending the day with Kurt anyway.” Sure you kinda missed him but you weren’t about to let him know that.

“Oh.” Peter sits next to you ignoring whatever pang of jealousy that rang through him. After a while of sitting there in silence you notice his foot start to tap at sitting still for so long.

“What did you do yesterday?”

“Honestly I slept most of the day.” You’re both silent for a minute before he decides to speak again. “I missed you too by the way.” You smile as you rest your head on his shoulder and start to grow zinnias in an empty space next to you. “What’re you growing?” His voice is so soft and gentle when he speaks this time that you almost forget it’s Peter.

“Zinnias, they’re good for attracting butterflies, bees, and hummingbirds. You can’t be the only bugging thing around here you know.”

The two of you spend the rest of the time together joking around until you doze off on his shoulder. Peter smiles down at you and scoops you up into his arms to take you to your room. And sure he could have you there in no time but he didn’t want the nauseous feeling of the speed to wake you up and it was nice holding you in his arms and feeling your heat seep into him. As he’s about to walk away after putting you down you grab hold of his jacket sleeve and pull him down so his head was in front of yours.

“What is it?”

“You almost left without your flower.” Your voice is soft and sleepy and you pluck a sweet pea out of the pot next to your bed. It goes behind his ear again and you smile at him with your eyes closed. “Bye Speedy see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow Ivy.”

The next day Peter and Kurt show up to your room at the same time. You’re growing more ivy to cover the white walls, freshly inspired by Peter’s nickname for you, when he speeds in at the same time that Kurt poofs his way in. The sounds of the two showing up throw you off guard and the white and purple flowers you were about to bloom pop open as you jump.

“You both need to learn how to knock.”

“What’re you doing here?” Peter turns to look at Kurt, his face slightly scrunched up.

“I have plans with Y/n.”

“Plans? You didn’t tell me you had plans.” You shrug at him as you put your shoes on.

“You didn’t ask. Besides I just figured you’d end up finding me while I was out.” You can tell by the look on his face that he was trying not to show how let down he was. “We’re going to a nearby conservatory, if Kurt doesn’t mind you tagging along then I don’t.”

“I don’t mind, Jubilee wanted to tag along too.” With that he poofs away only to come back with Jubilee a minute later.

“Let’s go then.” You grab hold of Kurt's hand and Peter begrudgingly grabs onto his shoulder.

Peter watches as you laugh at something your blue friend said. He and Jubilee have stayed back a little while you two walked in front. Jubilee would randomly catch Peter grumbling to himself and decides it’s time to do something about it.

“Why do I feel like this is a date?” She watches as Peter’s eyes get big and he stops in his tracks.

“Look Jubes you’re a sweet gal but I don’t-”

“Not for us Peter, for them.” She gestures over to you and Kurt who’re crouched down looking at one of the water lillies in the room.

“No way, she doesn’t like him like that.”

“How do you know? He’s been in her life longer than you.” Peter glares at the back of Kurt's head as she speaks. “Peter, are you jealous?” Her teasing tone snaps Peter out of it.

“What? No not at all. Why would you even think that?”

“Oh, it’s definitely not all the grumbling or glaring at Kurt you’ve been doing. Don’t worry though she only likes him as a friend seeing as she only gives him friendship flowers.”

“Friendship flowers?”

“Yeah, different flowers symbolize different things. I learned pretty quickly that she doesn’t know how to properly show her feelings so she uses what she knows best.” Jubilee smiles at her friend before turning back to Peter. “Does she not give you flowers?”

“She does, I didn’t know they meant anything.” The four of you walk outside to the gardens where you and Kurt sit down for a little bit while Peter stays talking to Jubilee.

“Peter! Come here real quick!” Peter’s next to you in a flash and you smile as you place a crown of daisies on his head. Jubilee and Kurt share a look of acknowledgement with each other over the action. At the end of the day Peter tells you about how he was thinking about moving into the school to which you had told him to do it and that you would help him move his stuff if he wanted.

Over the next few days of hanging out with you you help Peter weigh the pros and cons of moving into the school. And Peter finally decided to do it so here you are knocking on his door to help him pack. His mom opens the door and yells to Peter that there’s a girl here for him making him run upstairs as fast as possible. He leads you down into the basement where you find boxes filled with clothes and hostess snacks but a corner of the room catches your eye. On a little side table are all of the flowers you’ve given each in their own tiny vase. While Peter plays a game of Pong you walk over to it and bring the close to dying flowers back to life.

“What are you doing?” Peter zips next to you a twinkie in his mouth.

“You kept them.” Your voice is soft and you spot a book halfway under the couch titled Flowers and Their Meanings. Peter blushes as you pull the book out and busies himself with packing and moving. When you turn around while looking at the book in your hand you find that most of the boxes are gone. “Peter.” He freezes at the sound of his name box in hand. He cringes as he looks at you looking through the book. “What’s this?” There’s a smile that’s dangerously close to becoming a smirk on your lips when you look up at him.

“Well you see, the thing is,” He rubs his neck while he tries to find the words. “Jubilee told me that you express yourself with flowers.”

“And you wanted to know what I thought of you?” Peter just nods his head. “Did you find what you wanted?”

“I’m having a hard time identifying the flowers.” You laugh at his response thinking of him stressing out over which flower was which.

“You’re an idiot Speedy. Let’s get the rest of your stuff moved and maybe someday I’ll tell you what each flower is.”

As Peter gets his room in order back at the school you go get his welcome present. ‘It’s a honeysuckle’ you had said when you handed him the potted flower before bidding him good luck with unpacking and heading on your way.

That night Peter knocks on your door waking you up. When you open it to see what’s going on you don’t see anyone and turn around knowing it had to have been Peter. He’s sitting in front of the table in the middle of your room with all of his flowers on it.

“You have to tell me what they are. Please Ivy, I gotta know.” You just sigh before closing your door and moving to sit across from him.

“White camellia, it’s used to tell people that they’re adorable. Blue iris, used to show faith and trust and hope. Sweet pea, it’s used to tell people you had a good time with them.” You pause when you get to the daisy crown swallowing the lump in your throat. “Daisies symbolize innocence and hope but can also be used to show a crush.” You blush at the fact that you’ve basically just expressed your feelings to him.

“What about the honeysuckle?” He skips the other flowers you’ve given him the past couple days and puts the pot in front of you.

“Honeysuckle represent-”

“Bonds of love, right?” Your eyes meet his and all you can do is nod. “Good.” Next thing you know his lips are on yours but you don’t have time to kiss him back before he’s pulling apart. “Oh and here, for you Ivy.” He puts a flower in your hand before speeding off and taking his collection of flowers with him. You look at the red camellia in your hands and find a small note attached to it.

‘You’re a flame in my heart ;) -Love Peter’

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Can I request just a nice fluffy day at the mall or arcade with Peter Maximoff, but also Jean, Scott, Ororo, Kurt, and Jubilee are there, like the whole friend group went out? Gn!reader please

Just a day off

pairings: JUST A BUNCH OF MUTANTS ENJOYING THEIR LIFE. this is peter maximoff x gen!reader if you squint your eyes

warnings: none

summary: Scott and Peter decide that it's time for a break from school and organise a small trip.

a/n: this is a bit rushed and very bad because, honestly, i had to force myself to write it due to my writer block. i hope you'll like it anyway :)

also hehe roger rabbit best 80's movies fr

You should have known that something was wrong when you heard both Peter and Scott saying that at the same time. Only one of them was already trouble alert, but both?

"WE HAVE AN IDEA."

You were seriously worried for your and your friend's sake.

"What idea?" Ororo asked, her expression more calm than yours, but still clearly scared. "Please tell me none of us is going to die." Jean added.

Peter rolled his eyes. "Ah ah. Very funny." Scott shook his head, his excitement hadn't faded for an instant. "We, my friends, are skipping school today. We're going to the mall, the arcade, the movies, even freaking shopping. So? Who's in?"

Jubilee was the first one to answer. "I am! I really need a day off." You nodded in agreement. "Sure, why not?"

"I'll tell you why." Ororo answered. "We are the teachers, Scott. We can't simply skip school!" Jubilee shrugged. "Well I am not, and I can't wait to go out." Jean grinned at her friend, and looked at her boyfriend. "She's not so wrong." This time Peter shook his head. "Nuh-uh. I don't care. It's just a day off! What's the worst that could happen?"

You chuckled. "I can't believe I'm about to say it, but they're not entirely wrong."

"Did you just say we're right?"

"That's so not what I said."

"I think that's exactly what you said-"

"Enough!" Ororo said, exasperated. "Fine! We'll go to the mall or whatever you want to do!" Scott and Peter ran to their friend to hug her. "You're the best, you know that?" The young mutant laughed. "I know."

~~~

"Ok so we all agree-"

"That you suck at pac-man? Yeah. Yeah we do." Scott stuck his tongue out at you, making you chuckle. "That's not true, I'm great."

"Scott love, you got the lowest score." Jean made him notice, the yellow numbers flashing at him from the game screen. “That does not mean I’m not good.” He replied. You laughed. “Yeah, it just means we’re better than you.” He raised his hand to take his glasses off, but Ororo stopped before he could.

“First, you’d kill her. Second, remember what you promised: no mutations allowed today. Only a group of normal people hanging together.” Peter patted her bak. “Yes Ororo don’t worry. Y/n? You up next. What do you want to do now?” You tapped your finger on your chin. “Who framed Roger Rabbit.” It was more of a question than a sentence. “What’s that?”

“A new movie that came out a few days ago. It’s this detective who helps a cartoon solving a murder.”

“A what helps a what solving a what?”

“They’re right, I heard of it too, it actually sounds pretty cool!” Jubilee agreed with you. “Hm, I’d like to see this Roger Rabbit too.” Kurt said, shyly. “Sounds like a plan then. To the movies!” Jean exclaimed excitedly. After paying the tickets, they noticed that they were the only ones in the room. “Woah. At least we have all the seats for us!” Scott started running towards the first line. “Right! I wanna try all of them.” Peter added, following his friends.

Ororo shook her head. “And when you’re gonna realize this was a terrible idea, don’t come to me.” She said, referring to her friends as Peter and Scott run through the room. you chuckled and just picked a seat, as the movie began.

Almost two hours later, once it was over, you got up and stretched. “Well? How was it?” Storm smiled. “Ok I’ll admit it. It was fun, I liked it.” Jubilee threw her arms around yours and Ororo shoulders. “LIked it? I loved it! It was amazing.” Kurt nodded. “Yeah, it was pretty cool.” Peter and Scott catched up behind them as they got out of the theater. “I agree, even if I’m not sure I understood everything.”

You rolled your eyes at Peter's comment. “Well, you spent the entire movie changing seats every time a scene switched. To get a “full experience”. Jean scoffed. “Ah, not true. They stayed pretty still during Jessica’s performance.” Peter blushed as Scott hugged his girlfriend from behind. “C’mon, you know I got a thing for one redhead and one redhead only.” He smirked, and kissed Jean who smiled at him.

Jubilee faked gag as the others, you included, laughed. “It’s late. We should get going.” Ororo interrupted them, after they stopped laughing. “Nah, it’s only- 8 p.m.?” Jean scrunched her nose. “It is kinda late.” This time it was Scott who rolled his eyes. “Fine, party pooper.” He finally agreed. As you all headed back to the mansion, you stopped behind to watch the group. Jean and Scott were holding hands, Jubilee and Kurt laughing at something Ororo had said.

Peter noticed you had slowed down, and stopped to walk with you. "What are you thinking of?” You smiled, looking forward. “Us. Our friendship. It’s in moments like these that I’m glad I know you guys.” Peter laughed. “Aw, ‘cause you’re in others?” You punched him playfully, laughing with him. “No, I get what you mean. I barely had my mom before this and now… I have true friends.” He took your hand. “I’m glad to know you guys too.” You smiled at him and squeezed his hand, before he yelled to Scott “Race to the mansion, last one to arrive owes everyone a dinner!” Then took you in his arms and started running. Even at full speed, you could still hear the familiar groan of Scott.

“Damn it Maximoff!”

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 3 years

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Sparks pt.2

Summary: Peter Maximoff comes back after a weekend at home to find Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters crowded and booming with noise. He decides to investigate and finds out that it's orientation day for new students. He sees you and immediately is head over heels, but in his attempts to impress you he embarrasses himself beyond belief and runs off before you can even introduce yourself.

You can read Part 1 Here

You and Kurt made your way inside the school along with a handful of other students. You had been assigned to Kurt’s orientation group, each current student was assigned to be a guide to the new students and show them around and help ease them into life at the school. When you first met Kurt he was telling you that one of the current students was away for the weekend so he had more students to show around than usual. You now assumed he was talking about Peter.

Kurt led the group through the entrance, doing his best to explain the history of the school but he kept getting distracted by the snickers that echoed throughout the group. He glanced over at you, a worried look on his face and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Why are they laughing, am I doing something wrong?” He had only been able to introduce himself to you personally before the orientation started so he felt more comfortable around you than any of the other students for the time being.

You shook your head and replied in a whisper trying your best to spare him of any further embarrassment. “Try looking in the mirror.” He gave you a confused look before turning to glance in the hallway mirror. He turned back right after still not realizing what they were laughing at but then immediately swung his head back towards the mirror. He let out an agitated groan. “Peterrrrr.” He licked his finger and tired his best to wipe off the doodle but all he did was smear it. His tail stood at end behind him, a clear sign of his anger. You felt a little bad for and a part of you was starting to understand why all the other student’s had a grudge against this Peter guy.

For the rest of the tour Kurt was agitated, trying his best to be professional about the tour but the constant snickers and students praising Peter on his antics didn't make it easy. You guys wrapped up your tour, coming back to the main part of the school where all the other students and their mentors were standing. Xavier was at the front of the crowd giving a welcome speech. He was basically recapping all that Kurt had told you before coming to the conclusion. “And you all must graciously thank your orientation leaders for showing you around today.” You smiled and Kurt and mouthed thank you, he mirrored your smile with an eye roll. “Some of your mentors are the best we have at this school. The X-Men.” Xavier motioned for those who fell under that name to step forward.

Kurt made his way through the crowd and stood up on the stairs behind Xavier along with others whose names you didn’t know. Xavier spoke up again wheeling up to the first boy in the line. “This is Scott Summers, better known as Cyclops.” Xavier tossed up an apple and the boy lifted his sunglasses up, laser vision disintegrating the apple before your eyes. Everyone in the crowd began chattering excitedly at the display of his powers. Xavier continued down the line introducing them and you tried your best to remember all their names and what powers they possessed. Xavier made his way to the end of the line and let out an exasperated sigh. “We actually have one more X-Men member, Quicksilver, but it seems he was too busy pulling pranks to show up for introductions.” The crowd let out a laugh.

“I’m never too busy for you professor!” A voice rang out from the back of the crowd. You turned around to see Peter sitting, rather relaxed in an antique chair. ��Pranks or not.” He got up making his way through the crowd shaking hands with new students and introducing himself. When he got to you he opened his mouth to give a sly greeting like he did to the others but no word came out.

Your previous anger for the man seemed to fade as you finally got to see him up close. You felt yourself gulp, he was cute. You guys held eye contact for a second more before he sped past you, your hair blowing back at the sudden gust of wind. Next thing you knew he was up on the stairs, waving to the crowd as they cheered him on. He removed his googles and held his arms out, giving a grand bow. All the other X-men just looked at him with narrowed eyes. Xavier shook his head and turned back to address the group. “Here you will learn to control your abilities and learn that they are what make you special. With the help of myself and the X-men I hope you can find your place here.” He smiled warmly at the crowd. “Welcome home.” You cheered with the crowd, clapping for his speech.

Xavier dismisses you all and has your mentors direct you to your dorms. Kurt passed out cards to the students and to you. It has the room number on it in case you ever got lost. It also had the name of your roommate on it. Her name was Jubilation Lee. You prayed that she was going to be nice.

Your prayers were answered when you opened the door to your room. She practically leapt off the bed to greet you. “Hi! It’s so nice to meet you! What’s your name.” She sweetly smiled at you

Just being around her made you feel happy. You replied. “My name is (y/n) (y/l/n). “

“I’m Jubilation Lee, but you can call me Jubilee.” She took your hands in her’s. “I can already tell we’re gonna to be great friends!” You felt your smile widen. You were so happy that you were going to be rooming with someone like her.

“Yeah totally!”

Kurt left you two alone as he continued on with the other new students to show them to their rooms. You began unpacking, Jubilee insisted on helping you. And by helping she meant going through your stuff, but you figured she didn't have any mal intentions so you let her. “You have the newest Madonna record? I’m jealousssss.” You giggled as she rifled through the rest of your record, giving compliments here and there on your music taste. When she got to the bottom of your bag she let out a little giggle. “I didn't take you as a snack junkie.”

You stopped what you were doing and turned to face her. She was holding a handful of twinkies and hostess cupcakes. “I’m not. I picked them up from the floor.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Ew.”

“Not like that!” You defended. “I just picked them up after that kid dropped them earlier. I was going to return them to him.”

Jubilee tilted her head to the side. “That kid? Oh you mean Peter!”

“Yeah him.” You admitted, you smiled softly at the thought of him. Jubilee watched you smile to yourself at the thought of him.

“Oh. My. God.” She rushed over to you and slid on the floor, landing next to you. “You have a crush on Peter!”

You could feel blush staining your cheeks. “I do not!” You quickly got up and putting the folded shirts away in the dresser. Jubilee followed you, pestering you.

“You are blushing so hard.”

“I am not!” You squeaked.

“Are too.”

“I do not have a crush on him I don’t even know him.” You huffed. “But..”

“But?” Jubilee questioned a wide smile on her face.

“I do think he’s cute.” You admitted face turning red. Jubilee squealed.

“You guys would be such a cute couple.”

“Getting a little ahead of yourself there.” You laughed.

“I know but-“ Jubilee paused as you both heard a soft tap on your door. Peter peeked his head into the room, hand covering his eyes.

“I hope you’re decent Jubilee.” He said with a smirk.

“Shut up you Perv,” Jubilee said, throwing one of her hair brushes at him. He dodged it laughing. He hadn't noticed you yet.

“Professor asked me to tell you and your roommate to come to the main garden.”

“For what?”

“How should I know? I’m just the messenger.” Out of the corner of his eye Peter saw the stack of hostess snacks that Jubilee had taken out of your backpack and put on the bed. He sped over to it and picked one up. “Have you been holding out on me Jubilee?” He ripped one open and stuffed the whole thing into his mouth. “So good.” He opened another one tossing he wrapper onto the floor. He turned to Jubilee. “Gimme em’” He ordered with his mouth full.

“That’s so gross Peter, close your mouth when you’re eating.” She wrinkled her nose at him. “Besides, they're not mine.”

“Huh?”

“They belong to her.” Jubilee used her powers to create little firework arrows pointing to you, they exploded in a multitude of colors. You could have died of embarrassment, you playfully smacked her shoulder and she let out a little laugh. Peter looked over at you and suddenly the twinkie became hard to swallow. “Hey.”

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youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms · 3 years

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You Can Do This, I Believe In You (Summers!Reader)

🌈-Fluff

⛈-Angst 🌧-Both ☁️-Undecided/I don’t freaking know ⚡️🔥-Triggering Possible

Word count:851

Warning: fluff

Y/SH/N means Your Superhero Name by the way

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47-“I don’t think I can do this. I’m scared.”

Kurt sat next to Jubilee, barely paying attention to the words coming out of her mouth as he was paying attention to the unknown girl talking to Jean. “Kurt?” She snapped her fingers in front of his eyes, “You okay?”

“Who iz ze?”

Jubilee looked over to where Kurt was pointing, “Her?” She pointed to the girl and he nodded, “That’s Y/N Summers. She’s Scott’s older sister. She’s like, a year older though.”

“Scott ‘as a sister?”

“Yeah, she has powers just like his and Alex’s. It’s the red glowy stuff. You remember Psylocke? That chick on Apocalypse’s team?” He nodded, “Yeah, well, she can made weapons or whatever?” He nodded again, “Yeah, she can too.” She looked at Kurt and smirked, “You like her, don’t you?”

“Vhat?! Why would you zink that?”

“Kurt, you were staring at her the whole time I was talking to you.”

“Zat doesn’t mean anyzing.”

“M’kay, what if I were to call her over?” She turned and lifted her hand to her mouth, “Ey, Y/N! C’mere!”

The Summers girl made her way over to the two mutants. “What’s up Jubes?”

“Oh, nothing, I just realized that you’ve never met Kurt here. He started a few weeks ago. Right before the Apocalypse situation.”

Y/N smiled, “Oh yeah, you’re Nightcrawler, aren’t ya? Yeah, Scott mentioned you a few times. One of his ‘X-Men’ friends.”

“Uh, yes, I--I am Kurt Wagner.”

Y/N held her hand out, “Y/N Summers. Y/SH/N.”

“I-it iz nice to meet you Y/N.”

“And you Kurt.”

“So, how long you staying?”

Y/N shrugged, “Few days to a few weeks. Kinda seeing if I have a reason to stay, y’know? After Alex...it just hurts to be here.”

“I get it. I would feel the same.”

“I just...I just wish there was more than could have been done. That maybe if I had--”

“Don’t go down that hole. We barely kept Scott from it, and I think that’s because Jean agreed to date him.”

“I like her. Scott deserves to be with someone and be happy.”

“So do you.”

She shrugged, “Maybe, someday, but I kinda like being single.”

“Who knows, maybe you’ll meet someone and they’ll be your reason to stay.”

Y/N laughed, “Yeah, sure Jubes.” She sighed and placed her hands in her pockets, “I’m gonna go on in. Need to talk to the Professor and Hank. I’ll see you later. It was nice to meet you Kurt.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

As she walked away Jubilee wrapped her arm around Kurt’s shoulder, “You already are in love with her.”

“No--”

“Don’t try denying it. I know you good enough to know that you love her.”

“It iz not like it matters.”

“Why?”

“She would never love me.”

Jubilee shrugged, “You never know Kurt. You never know.”

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Y/N had been staying for the past two weeks and her and Kurt had gotten closer. His feelings to her just grew more and more and she slowly fell in love with the shy blueberry boy. He was scared to ask her and she just oblivious to his obvious feelings to her so she never said anything. But now she was leaving and Kurt, partly by being convinced by Peter and Jubilee, Kurt was standing in front of Y/N’s door, the other two mutants refusing to leave until he knocked on the door.

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Kurt’s hand shook as he lifted his hand to knock on the door. And soon it just fell back to his side. He looked at his friends, “Maybe I shouldn’t do this...I--I don’t think I can do this. I’m scared.”

Jubilee rolled her eyes and knocked on the door and soon Peter gripped her neck and ran off. Leaving Kurt there scared. He turned back when he heard the door open and Y/N speak, “Kurt? Is everything okay?”

“I--um...I...”

“Kurt, you looked terrified, is everything alright?”

“vouldyouliketogoonadatewitme?” He spoke quickly and quietly.

When tilted her head in confusion, “I’m sorry? Can you say that again? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Vould you like to go on a date wit me?”

“What?”

“I--I--”

“Kurt, is this a joke?”

“N--no! I--I’m sorry! I shouln’ ‘ave done zis!”

He bamfed away and Y/N stood there for a second, processing what just happened before she took off in search of the blue boy.

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Kurt sat on Peter’s bed, hand in his hands. “Vhy did I let you convince me to do zat?”

“Technically Jubes did.” Kurt gave Peter a look and Peter lifted his hands, “Sorry, sorry.” They heard a knock on their door and Peter assumed it was just Jean, who was dating his roommate. “Come in.”

But when the door opened and the face of Y/N appeared the boys froze. “Hey. Can I speak with you Kurt? You kinda like...teleported before I could give you my answer.”

“Vat?”

“I was gonna say yes. I would like to go on a date with you. Just say when and where and what time and I’ll be there.”

“Vreally?”

“Really.”

Kurt smiled and ran to hug Y/N, “Zank you.”

Y/N smiled and hugged him back, “I do like you, y’know.”

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campaign 3 episode 12: ball’s out

sam: does That me: removes headset

insert my recurring rant about southern accents as punchlines

isn't like half the table also from some part of the south

sdfkjsdlk The Magic Of Television

okay but this is really good tho considering

"STOP WEARING THE MERCH AT HOME" she will not

I'm still always surprised when the intro isn't your turn to roll. like I forget until it happens.

"silence in the library" [crosses self in doctor who]

the plot thickens??

still big parvati holcomb vibes. I love her.

Mysterious Mom Plot

is travis wearing a team rocket shirt or is that a reference I'm not getting

"the hunger" no that's adventure zone

"gotta get a tux for pate"

oh no, old people

"you can't tell if she's alive bc she doesn't have a head"

orym keeping one eye on chetney the rest of the day

we lost travis

"he just hates it SO MUCH"

"taliesin shot me in the heart"

"what about your face" "insight check"

"don't cry, you're perfect"

"that idea happened fast, you've done this before"

GOOGLY EYES

turtle!

"you must gather your party before venturing forth"

quick matt describe the entire interior of a macy's

dorian as the party life coach

"the forgotten/discount rack" you mean the section I beelined for in hot topic in middle school

"haber-fuck?"

"no one ever comes back"

they turn in cyrus for clothes money

this is my partner bullying me into buying literally anything for myself

this is also not helping my parvati/imogen problem

robes with the fur

"is it well-taxidermied or not"

there's an outfit like this in rdr2

fearne's just gonna steal it

dorian asking permission to speak to imogen telepathically ❤

"GOT THOSE LEGS FINISHED OLD MAN"

so for the longest time my grandmother's prosthetic leg, along with skin-tone foot, sat in the corner of my parents' den and that's all I'm picturing

"maybe you should sign on my behalf" made me feel a thing but I don't know what it was yet

devexian in a tux send tweet

"I wanna live. I wanna experience the universe and I wanna eat pie."

"I have a table kink"

something something table service top

chetney is the granddad who tries to give you $20 and when you try to refuse it sticks it in your back pocket as you go out the door

oh no I love them

AARON

travis: "jubilee" CORRECT

ashton

fearne

children

ashley's haircut makes her Fearne Chaos Face ™️ look even more unhinged

help I love her

I want an adventure of the week series with a group of people collecting shit for the shop

fcg

I stood up to tell my partner goodnight and realized I've been hunched over my ipad drawing and re-ouched my ribs

BOOPDEDOOPBEDOOPBEDOOPBEDOOP HAUNTED DOLL WATCH

group: growth? fearne: absolutely fucking not

I'm so depressed we're already halfway through the lovm season. continuous releases forever.

"the dpb" I hate that I understand this

"we got hot glue, we got glitter"

"hot glue is such a good smell" "FOCUS, GROUP"

old people and kids

daniel bbeg

dusk maven sounds intensely cool

"you're a good egg"

[deadwood smallpox voice] I identifyyyyy

fcg lore FCG LORE

ptsd babygate

you can't access this thought until you're big enough to process it did they just do the emotional damage meme

briarwood lore BRIARWOOD LORE

or not

"I'm sure you just need more dice" travis be nice

"you rolled too low to find the sexy photos"

...bloodline jutsu

good lord chatbot says this is almost a five-hour episode

ONE BED

THROUPLE I actively hate that word but stILL

orym: "I know what you mean"

it's not sad in text but it was sad when he said it

"I imagine she smells like a ferret" canon

"I wanna be fearne when I grow up" saaaame

oh them poly

"love love" just put me in the ground

laudna as imogen's alarm

matt you can't whiplash my mood like this

laura holding her mug after laudna got imogen water

the IMMERSION

I love them. I don't even care how they love each other, it's just very important to me that they do

marwa was created to attack me directly

oh no I love her

"ooooh it's got blood in it, you like blood spooky giiiirl"

put some dust of deliciousness on the croissant

some may call this trash, me...

VALIDATION

I showed you my rat please respond

Friendship Is Pastries

this is my new favorite relationship

[bloodborne voice] fear the old blood

!!!!

"I try to steal it" FEARNE

orym!!

my artist roommate every time she sees me drawing

liam ruining matt's schadenfreude

(...does anybody else have to sing the avenue q song to spell schadenfreude?)

"I was ready to say 'professor pate' but now I'm upset"

"he isn't breathing"

you've heard of fake dating get ready for fake noble & entourage

(both.gif)

oh no!!

revolution grandpa of my heart

"I don't want to cause undue trauma" "then don't look at anybody"

oh no

we're getting a glimpse of what he ran away from

second SUN

world's most interesting gnome

this polycule is going to destroy me

"and Doc"

NIGHTY MEINS

"alright, new campaign"

marisha: I'm basically a god

#critical role #spoilers #crititag #liveblog #reaction post

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kurt-nightcrawler · 4 years

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Baby Bird

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Request: i kinda had this idea for a warren x reader and if you were intrested or had time i’d be very appreciative 👉👈. (warren has his apocalypse wings) so the reader is a new student she’s very like shy and timid but very sweet and her only friend is jean, she just like refuses to converse with others. and her gift is her wings and they’re exactly like warren’s except black (kinda like he was the bad boy with white angel wings and she’s the good girl with black wings,sorry i love opposites 😂) and be just hates her because it’s a reminder of his old wings and mistakes. fast forward to like a day at school or party someone is messing with r because she never shows off her wings and then like push her or something and jean freaks out and tells warren r doesn’t know how to use her wings (super sad childhood with very anti-mutant parents) so then warren saves her and they talk more and get closer.

A/N: this is so late! I am so sorry! But I am finally getting around to all my requests and this wasn’t in my ask box so it got kind of lost and I forgot about it for a hot minute! I hope you enjoy it though! 🥺💛

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: underage drinking, teasing, anxiety, and mentions of poor home life

“Your grades are phenomenal, yet your class participation is lacking.” (Y/N) picked at her nails, looking down. Xavier called her into his office to “discuss her grades” but she knew that was the last thing on his mind. “I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not comfortable with, but at some point, everyone has to socialize.”

Her head shot up, “I do! I do socialize.”

Sure, she ate lunch alone under the trees, would rather be alone than have a partner for class projects, and she didn’t have many friends— but she was new! Being the new kid was hard. Not to mention her parents were more than thrilled to get rid of her and her wings.

Her big, black, feathery wings, that she didn’t even know how to use! She hid them under baggy sweaters, no matter the weather.

Xavier gave her a look, “You don’t have any friends and you hide your beautiful wings.”

“Dr. McCoy and Mystique hide their true selves… and if Kurt had the chance he’d want to look normal too.” Charles sighed. “Look, um, Professor, I do— I do have friends.”

“Who?”

“Jean Grey.”

Saying Jean was her friend wasn’t a lie— however, Jean was her only friend. (Y/N) didn’t like to talk, and Jean read minds— easy friendship right there.

Jean had other friends and even a boyfriend. (Y/N) felt like she weighed her down or was charity work, but Jean always said otherwise.

Sometimes (Y/N) would sit with Jean and her friends. They were all kind and welcoming, despite her not saying anything. The only one who seemed standoff-ish was Warren.

Warren was tall and extremely handsome. Jean had teased (Y/N) for losing her train of thought more than once for looking at Warren and thinking he was pretty.

He had these huge metal wings and tattoos on his face. (Y/N) thought they could possibly be friends, mostly because they both had wings, but that didn’t go so well…

—

The one day (Y/N) wore a t-shirt, with holes in the back so she could flaunt her wings, everyone looked at her. She didn’t like the attention, but she couldn’t blame them for staring.

Jean’s friends showered her with a mixture of surprise and compliments with her wings.

“Can I touch them?” Peter asked. (Y/N) nodded, making eye contact with Warren for a moment.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. (Y/N) quickly looked away and frowned. Everyone liked her except for Warren.

Was he the honest one of the group though? What if all of Jean’s friends actually hated (Y/N)? What if they just put up with her because Jean made them? She was sure Scott didn’t like her much either, even if he never showed it. He was dating Jean and her friendship with (Y/N) probably cut into their time… Oh, God… They just think my wings are neat and soon as I stop showing them they’ll get bored of me…

Warren was glaring at something, and then he got up as left. Just like that!

“Is he okay?” (Y/N) asked Jean.

“He’s just being dumb. You know how boys are.” (Y/N) nodded, but she was pretty sure Warren wasn’t just “being dumb”. He probably hated her.

—

It was finally the weekend, and (Y/N) was hunched over her books on a Friday night. Normal for her, as Jean and her friends usually went out somewhere.

A knock at her door interrupted her work time, and she opened it to find Jean and Jubilee standing in the doorway. Jubilee was bouncing and had a bag in her arms.

(Y/N) let them in. Jubilee set the bag on the floor and started going through it— it was full of makeup and hair stuff. “What’s going on?”

“We’re going to a party tonight, and you’re coming with us.”

(Y/N) glanced over to her work pile, “But I’ve got a paper due—”

“Two weeks from now. I have the same class.” Jubilee answered.

“Jean…” She whined.

“One night out won’t kill you. Neither will a little makeup and a cute outfit.”

“What?”

“Here, put this on.”

She examined the lump of fabric in her hands.

It was a dress.

“People will see my wings!”

“Yeah, that’s like the whole point,” Jubilee said.

(Y/N) sighed and slipped off her sweater, putting the dress on in its place.

“You look so pretty!” Jubilee cooed.

“Thanks.” (Y/N)’s immediate reaction was to fold her wings in tightly to her back, so they weren’t visible from the front.

“Relax,” Jean told her, soon as she noticed what (Y/N) was doing. Jubilee signaled her to sit down on the floor next to her, amidst a hundred different makeup products.

“I’m just gonna do some light, subtle makeup. Enough to enhance your features.”

“Thanks?...” The brush tickled (Y/N)’s skin, making her nose scrunch up.

“Relax your face. This doesn’t hurt.”

“Sorry. Sorry…”

“It’s okay.”

—

Everyone somehow managed to fit in one car— except for Kurt and Peter, they were racing to see who could get to the party first— Jean and Scott in the front, Warren, Jubilee, Ororo, and (Y/N) in the back.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but notice Warren looked a little flushed, “Is Warren okay?”

“Yeah, why?” Jean asked.

“His face is flushed. Is he just like, hot or something?”

“Or something…” Jean smiled, trying to act nonchalant. (Y/N) gave her a deadpan look through the rearview mirror. “I can’t tell you, but he’s fine.”

“You okay, (Y/N)?” Scott asked, looking back at her through the rearview mirror.

“Yeah.”

Scott nodded awkwardly.

—

Once parked, everyone quickly tumbled out of the car. Music could be heard from the inside. It was loud.

“I want to go home.”

“(Y/N) we just got here— dance with Jubilee or go sit outside with Ororo and Warren.”

“Warren doesn’t like me.”

“Not true… He’s just quiet.”

(Y/N) started to retaliate but Jean walked into the kitchen with Scott, and (Y/N) tried to not interrupt her time with her boyfriend, so she shut up.

Peter was playing beer pong with some kids. Jubilee and Kurt were dancing and both had cups in their hands. There was some wanna-be punk band playing.

(Y/N) decided to join them.

“Hey, (Y/N)!”

She waved her hand.

“You look nice,” Kurt said.

“Thanks.”

“I did her makeup,” Jubilee bragged.

Kurt giggled slightly, “Nice.”

The band was mostly playing covers, but they were pretty good. (Y/N) was letting loose and dancing along with Jubilee and Kurt.

I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah!

Two hundred degrees, that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit…

I'm traveling at the speed of light.

I wanna make a supersonic woman of you!

(Y/N) accidentally hit Jubilee with her wings. “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine! They’re soft anyways.”

Don't stop me, don't stop me, don’t stop me. Hey, hey, hey!

Don't stop me, don't stop me, ooh, ooh, ooh…

(Y/N) was actually enjoying herself. She was dancing and chanting incoherently along with the lyrics. She almost felt free.

The last time she had felt like this was as a child. Before her wings grew in. Before her parents deemed her a monster who had to hide. Before she lost everything she had. Before she decided to speak less was better for her.

She didn’t even think about any of it. She didn’t even think about how Jean was probably making out with Scott in a bathroom, or how Warren had been acting. She was having fun, and that was the only thing that mattered to her.

—

At some point during the night, (Y/N), slightly tipsy, made it up onto the roof with a few other kids. Everything was fine at first, but they were way too drunk.

“Why don’t you jump off the edge?” One of them asked.

“What?”

“Fly off the edge, birdie!” The other laughed. “Jump! Jump!”

“Jump! Jump!”

In the rooftop kids efforts to get (Y/N) to jump, people on the ground started chanting too.

“What’s going on?” Warren asked. Jubilee shrugged.

(Y/N) was terrified, wings folded in tightly to her back.

Jean came running up to Warren, “(Y/N) can’t fly! She can’t hear me either, she’s too nervous, lost in her own thoughts.”

Warren wanted to ask what he could possibly do, but he never got the chance.

(Y/N) fell off the roof.

Or maybe she was pushed off. Either way, it didn’t matter because she was screaming and falling and no one was doing anything.

Warren bolted and flew up so he could catch her in his arms. She looked so weak and tired in his arms. She was crying and his heart dropped seeing her like that.

Warren carefully brought her to the ground, making sure she could walk on her own. “Come here,” He gave her his jacket and wrapped an arm around her, letting her cry into his chest.

“I hated that—” She sniffled, “—I’m never doing it again.” Warren nodded understandingly, holding her close to his side.

“Let’s go home, okay?” (Y/N) nodded, still in a state of shock.

—

The halls of the mansion were like a ghost town, everyone was either out, asleep, or couped up in one of the many rooms. Warren and (Y/N) were alone as they walked up to her room.

“Why did you save me?”

Warren blinked, looking at (Y/N). She rarely spoke to or around him.

“Jean said you couldn’t fly.”

“Oh…” She avoided Warren’s eyes in embarrassment. So Jean told him to save me because I’m useless. Of course…

“You could have died, falling from that high up,” Warren’s voice was stern, but he wasn’t angry.

“Sorry…” She mumbled.

Warren furrowed his brows, “Sorry? What are you sorry for?”

“I inconvenienced you…”

“What? No!” He stopped to stand face to face, holding one of (Y/N)’s hands. “You could never.”

(Y/N) felt fuzzy inside. Was she getting sick? Was she allergic to Warren? Why is he so nice? Why am I so nervous?

“I’d do the same for anyone.”

Oh. Yeah, no, he doesn’t really like me… nobody does… “Right.”

Warren noticed her mood change, but he didn’t call her out for it.

“I’m gonna go to bed. Thanks for bringing me home…”

“Of course…” He coughed for a moment, clearing his throat. “If you need anything, um, my room isn’t that far—”

“Thanks, Warren.” She forced a smile. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

—

Warren slipped off his t-shirt, discarding it on his desk chair. He laid in bed, thinking about (Y/N).

What if he hadn’t caught her in time?

He shook the thought away as he tossed in bed, slowly falling asleep.

Warren didn’t hate (Y/N). He just hated her wings… they reminded him of his old wings. The one thing he wanted most in life… his new ones were a constant reminder of his past mistakes, they were the wings of a monster.

But Warren had changed, or so he thought. He hated seeing (Y/N)’s wings, despite them rarely being out. He was jealous and angry. Mostly at himself.

But (Y/N) didn’t know how to use her wings…

That was strange to Warren. Maybe there was more to her than he thought.

—

(Y/N) awoke to a knock on her door.

“Hggggg… Just give me a minute.” She groaned. She rolled out of bed and opened the door.

“Jean? What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay! We got back late and Warren said you were already asleep.”

“Oh… Well, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay… Do you wanna come down for breakfast?”

(Y/N) glanced at her pajamas. “Can I get changed first?...”

“You look fine! Most of the group is still in their pj’s anyway.”

“Okay.”

Jean led (Y/N) down the hall to the kitchen where her friends were. Most of them were chatting amongst themselves or shoving food into their mouths.

“Hangovers?” She asked.

“Yeah some, I’m surprised you don’t have one.”

“I never said I didn’t.” (Y/N) got herself a cup and a plate, taking some of the food and drink available.

“(Y/N), are you okay from last night?” Jubilee asked.

She nodded.

Peter let out a breath, “Thank God. Xavier would have killed us if you’d gotten hurt.” (Y/N) nodded again, trying to just focus on the food on her plate.

“You’re lucky Warren was there to catch you,” Scott stated.

“Yep.”

“Is everyone going to keep talking about last night?” She asked herself.

“Probably. You could have broken your legs, or sprained an ankle— plus people like to talk.”

“Gossip, you mean gossip.”

Jean didn’t respond, she was too focused on whatever Scott was saying. (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

Typical.

Warren trudged into the kitchen— his curls tangled, wings almost dragging against the floor, and he wore the world’s most wrinkled t-shirt— he looked like he didn't want to be there.

He opened up a cabinet and took out a mug. He closed the cabinet door and moved over near the coffee pot on the counter. He took it and poured plain, black, coffee into his mug.

Then he took a sip straight from the mug.

“There is creamer and milk in the fridge,” (Y/N) reminded him.

“I know.”

“Oh.”

(Y/N) focused on her plate again, trying to pretend the awkward interaction didn’t happen.

“Hey, uh, I was wondering—“ (Y/N) quickly looked up at Warren as he spoke. “I could like, help you learn to fly.”

“Um…”

“No one would see us. If you’re worried about that.”

“Oh my god! You should say yes!” (Y/N) quickly twisted her head over at Jean and almost gave her the finger, but Scott was watching. So she just glared.

She didn’t want Jean in her head all the time. Especially at a time like this.

She looked back at Warren, “Sure. I have nothing else to do.”

“Cool. I have some stuff to do, but I’ll get you in a few hours.”

(Y/N) nodded, “Sounds good.”

—

(Y/N) looked through her closet, trying to find something she could wear to fly in. Most of her tops weren’t exactly wing friendly. She sighed.

She didn’t even want to do this— she just wanted to hide her wings forever and move on from last night.

No. No, that wasn’t true in the slightest.

She needed to learn to use her wings, they were a part of her, whether she liked it or not. She had her old life ripped away from her in exchange for the big black heaps of feathers on her back, weighing her down every day. She had to embrace them somehow. They were all she had.

That and Jean… sometimes. And eventually, she’d have to leave the nest and talk to other people.

Warren knocked on her door. (Y/N) glanced at her reflection— she still had her pajamas on!

He knocked again, “(Y/N)? It’s me.”

“Sorry! Give me a sec!” (Y/N) hurried and shut her closet, then opening her door to let Warren in. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, are you—“ He glanced at her clothes. (Y/N) instantly tensed up, insecure by his gaze. “Why are you still in your pajamas?”

“Uh… I don’t really have anything good for flying—“

“Just wear some shorts and a shirt with holes in the back. Nothing fancy.”

“You don’t understand, I have one shirt with holes in the back, and it’s in the laundry.”

“You sleep with your wings tucked in?” Warren gawked.

“Sometimes.” She defended.

Warren glanced at something shiny in the corner of his eye. “Grab a shirt you don’t care about.”

“Okay…” (Y/N) grabbed an old Xavier’s school tee.

“Give it to me.” She handed it to Warren. He took the scissors from her desk and quickly cut slits in the back of the t-shirt. “There. Now you have something to wear.”

She just stared at Warren.

“Are you gonna put it on or?...”

“Can you step out of the room then?”

Warren’s eyes widened in realization on what he’d set himself up for. “Right! Right, um, do you need any help getting your wings through the holes?”

“If I do, I’ll ask. Now leave so I can get dressed.”

“Yeah, right, right.” Warren quickly stepped out into the hall, shutting the door behind him.

(Y/N) huffed and slipped her large nightshirt off, throwing it on her bed. She grabbed the shirt Warren cut up and put it on without a second thought.

Head pops out through the first hole.

The arms go through the sleeves.

The shirt slips down and covers the chest and torso.

But the wing holes were new. (Y/N) tried to push one of her wings out but she struggled. It took her a bit of reaching back with her hands to spread the fabric a bit so she had more space before she could get it through the slit.

The second wing she had more trouble with.

(Y/N) couldn’t reach her arms back as easily to spread out the slit. And her whole wing wouldn’t go through since it wasn’t the loosest of shirts.

(Y/N) opened her door and peeked her head out. “Hey, I need some help…”

Warren perked up a little, following (Y/N) into her room.

“Just like, hold the two sides of the slit out, and then I can get my wing through.”

Warren did as she asked.

“We’re they too small?”

“A little, but also this isn’t baggy like most of my clothes, so…”

“I can make the holes bigger if you want.”

She dismissed him, “It’s fine. I’ll do it later.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I already wasted enough time getting ready. We should go out.”

Warren nodded, “Yeah. We’re gonna be out for a while.”

—

They were standing on the roof of Xavier’s, looking out onto the grassy campus.

“So, uh, flying once you get the hang of it, is like a reflex almost… But uh basically, you just need to flap your wings, so you keep yourself afloat of sorts. Does that make sense?”

“Kind of.”

“Okay, um, just like, run off the edge—”

“Runoff the edge?!” (Y/N) asked, terrified of falling to her death. Scared of having a repeat of the night before.

“Just flap your wings, and if you mess up I’ll catch you.”

(Y/N) stood at the edge, peering down at the ground below. “Are you sure?”

“Maybe back up a bit, get like a running start first.”

(Y/N) did as he suggested, running off the edge. When her feet left the roof, she tried to flap her wings as Warren had told her.

She felt herself flying like a wonky baby bird. Somewhat lopsided with each flap, but she was doing it!

“Oh my gosh! Warren! Warren I’m doing it!”

She could see Warren still on the roof. He gave her a thumbs up and some encouraging cheers.

(Y/N) smiled, struggling to fly, but flying nonetheless. She looked down for a moment, and then suddenly realized she was many feet above the ground, in the air. (Y/N) panicked, and stopped flapping her wings for a moment, before she started to fall.

“Shit!” Warren flew off the roof to save (Y/N).

But it was a false alarm, for, by the time Warren was about to catch (Y/N), she’d regained herself and was no longer falling to the ground.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Um, it’s just really high up, I’m scared of falling again, like at the party.”

“Hey, hey, relax, don’t focus on the ground or your wings. Just— focus on me, okay?”

She looked at his face— his blue eyes, his plush pink lips, the dark lines adorned all over his face, and how he had a few untamable, blonde curls that framed his face— she looked at Warren’s wings and tried to copy how his fluttered and kept him aflight.

“You’re doing it!” He told her.

“Really?” (Y/N) was almost in disbelief.

“Yeah, you’re doing great!”

(Y/N) looked at her wings, realizing what she was doing. She was worried she’d fall, but it never happened.

“I’ll race you to the mansion next door.”

“Next door? That’s like several acres.” Warren gave her a knowing look, and then it all clicked. “Oh! Oh, you’re so on!”

Warren laughed and they both flew off at high speed, away from school.

—

They got back to the mansion after sunset, both giggling and playfully fighting about who won the race.

“I think I won—”

“Oh, yes, beginner’s luck, Baby Bird.”

She raises her eyebrows and points at him, “Aha! So you admit I won.”

��I may have let you…”

(Y/N) scoffed, “Yeah, right.”

“Yeah, you got me. I wouldn’t go too easy on you.” Warren was headed for the kitchen, but (Y/N) was going in the opposite direction.

“I was gonna get a bite to eat. Wanna join me?”

“Um, I was going to shower first…”

“Oh… I’ll see you later then?”

(Y/N) was suddenly very awkward and nervous, “Um, yeah! Pfft, of course, uh— yeah. Yeah!”

“Great!” Warren was also suddenly somewhat nervous.

“Great!”

The two were on their separate paths, before (Y/N) turned back for a moment.

“You good?” Warren asked.

“Yeah, um,” (Y/N) kissed his cheek. It didn’t last long, but it left her heart pounding and Warren flustered.

“Thanks for today. I’m gonna go shower.”

#warren worthington iii x reader #warren worthington x reader #x-men x reader #x men x reader #xmen x reader #angel x reader #archangel x reader #warren worthington iii x you #warren worthington iii oneshot #warren worthington x you #warren worthington oneshot #x-men oneshot #xmen oneshot #my writing #ben hardy x reader

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ninjago-bingo · 3 years

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midmonth recap 3

hello everyone! this was gonna be our last midmonth recap, but due to the bingo’s extension, we’re going to get one more! woot!

for this recap we have a crap ton of fic and a lovely (if smaller) pool of art!

in total, the bingo has:

10 warm pieces

9 twixt pieces

9 sparks pieces

and 2 sprout pieces!

that’s a total of 30 entire works in the span of 2 and a half months, with 16 of those having been done in the last month. guys, we’re insane for this. give yourselves a huge clap on the back!!

last but not least, we officially have 2 official bingo achievers! huge shout-out to @rosiehunterwolf and @grollow for the amount of quality content they’ve pumped out so far, you guys are real mad lads :D

art: (low res; click on the link to go to the original post)

At 3am by @wojira

Oh god i forgot about the ninjago bingo thing

Anyways

jaya hug by @/wojira

,,,,,Jaya hug

fic:

jubilee line by @sa-you-na-ra. tumblr || ao3 || prompt: bets

So Lloyd got stabbed, Cole's got broken ribs and a messed up ankle, there are still enemies coming, and evac's delayed.

Shit.

(mod comments: give these kids a hug, p l e a s e)

let me down gently by @/rosiehunterwolf. tumblr || ao3 || ffn.net || prompts: anger + fight

The thing about spending nearly every waking moment of the last several years of your life with a group of friends is that you really get to know them, inside and out, so much so that sometimes you know what they’re thinking before they do.

And, sometimes that means it’s easy to overlook what they’re actually trying to say.

(mod comments: “Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon, have you lost your tiny mind?” DEAD)

not too fast or too slow by @21st-century-ninja. tumblr || ao3 || prompts: soulmates + telepathy

Soulbonds- soulbonds are special. They’re magical, even. They’re groups of people with souls so close that they strip down even the barriers of individuality, filtering impressions of thoughts and feelings between each member of the bond without even needing to speak aloud. Before a bond is completed, these impressions remain impressions. But once the last person in a bond comes of age and turns 16, all of the members gain total access to the others’ thoughts and the bond is complete.

Lloyd is 100 percent certain that Cole, Kai, Nya, Zane, and Jay are his bondmates.

Then his 16th birthday comes and goes with nothing to show for it.

(mod comments: yea i’m back on my soulmate bs :D)

one-shots by @/grollow. prompts: comfort + forever + childhood + inside jokes + sharing clothes

(mod comments: this is a really cute selection of one-shots! i love the vibe they all have going for them: bittersweet and silly)

puzzle pieces by @m-aster-of-spinjitzu. tumblr || prompt: scars

One might look at them and think about how perfect they all look together, how unbroken, how whole.

That's not completely untrue.

Another might look a little closer, realize how one's hands shake ever so slightly, how he smiles at his friend's jokes but his eyes are of a distant land; one built on pain and sorrow and fueled by regrets.

That's not completely untrue, either.

(mod comments: sweet and angsty platonic greenflame uwu. some really nice lloyd introspection!)

rainy days by @/rosiehunterwolf. tumblr || ao3 || ffn.net || prompt: storm

There are many reasons why people may dislike storms. Maybe, like Kai, they find few things worse than being cold and wet. Or maybe, they dislike the eerie sounds of the whistling wind and booming thunder, like Cole. Or maybe, like Zane, they are concerned about the safety hazards. But for the other three members of the ninja team, storms offer a much more pleasant experience.

(mod comments: love this trio so much! them throughout the years, changing and staying the same ;.;)

soulmates au by @/sa-you-na-ra. tumblr || prompt: soulmates

There were a lot of things Nya witnessed in her life that others her age would probably never even dream of seeing.

Survival and paying rent isn’t something kids should worry about, Nya knew later on.

(mod comments: *chanting* soulmates soulmates SOULMATES *feral noises*)

There’s Sand Everywhere! by @/rosiehunterwolf. tumblr || ao3 || ffn.net || prompts: summer and heist

It was just supposed to be a day off. A simple beach day. But when your family consists of six ninja and a samurai, including a nindroid convinced he’s a detective, his reluctant sidekick, an aquaphobe, a girl who can command the sea, an unassuming teen who seems to attract every animal he crosses paths with, and a bunch of argumentative idiots, nothing is ever that easy.

(mod comments: okay so confession time I haven’t gotten around to reading this yet but i love hijinks so i’m sure this will be right up my alley :D)

Twinkle, Twinkle, Are You There? by @/rosiehunterwolf. tumblr || ao3 || ffn.net || prompt: stars + trauma

All he wanted to do was help his team. It was his mistakes that got them into this mess, after all. It would make sense that he was the one to get them out of it. But if there’s one thing Lloyd’s learned over the course of his life, it’s that things don’t have a habit of going his way.

That, and the fact that stars don’t make very good company.

(mod comments: A N G S T >:D)

Walk a Mile by @fangirltakesall. tumblr || ffn.net || prompt: swap

What's the better color, blue or red? Jay and Kai have been arguing over this topic, along with many others, since they first became ninja. However, their argument is about to get them into deep trouble. How's that saying about putting yourself into another's shoes go again?

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general-mahamatra · 3 years

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This is very specific but do you have any headcanons about double dates between Jeanbilee and Silvercyclops? That or how do you headcanon Charles and Erik’s sexualities? I think of Erik as pan and Charles as gay.

Hehe... Oh I can do this.

For Charles and Erik’s sexualities, I definitely agree. Charles is gay and Erik is either bi or pan (that one I’m not too solid on).

With the double date, catch me putting this in a modern setting. It’s under the line since there’s a lot

Individuals

Scott

Scott was definitely against the idea of a double date

Why? Because it’s kind of awkward to go out on a double date where the other couple... one of them is your ex

Yeah he’s still good friends with Jean! He’s just not sure how to handle going out to an event with her in a sort of romantic setting. Especially because there’s that slight problem that you KNOW he’s kinda anxious. Like what if people who knew him when he was dating Jean finds him all close and romantic with Peter?

Of course that’s not gonna happen. Man’s just anxious

But Peter managed to convince him and assure him that it would be alright

“It’s just a movie, Scotty. No one’s gonna care,” Peter had said. “Literally it’s dark and the seats are set up in pairs, you don’t need to worry.”

Scott protested immediately with, “but what if--”

“I’ll pay for the popcorn and treats. And the drinks. I’ll pay for it all for you.”

Scott caved pretty quickly

Except he didn’t know that before the movie the group was going out to dinner because for some reason his mind completely omitted that information. By the time they got together, he remembered, but oh man. He was not prepared

Yeah he was dressed up because Peter was really insistent on him wearing something decent, but the fact they were going out to dinner skipped his mind entirely

He was antsy during the dinner at first. Really shifty-eyed and such and was overall just visibly nervous

But he cooled down fast

He had a lot of fun at the dinner, even if he was a bit awkward with Jean at first

But he loosened up. He found himself enjoying the event much more as time went on and he even managed to calm down enough to comfortably interact with Jean just like he used to

It was actually kinda refreshing

He had whole conversations with the ginger. While Jubilee and Peter were going off about their crazy ideas and plans and things that have happened to them over the past weeks, Scott and Jean were just talking about... life. Catching up on what they’ve missed since they split apart and inevitably pulled away from each other (Scott moreso than Jean)

It brought a sense of closure to Scott that he didn’t realize he needed

He found himself warming back up to interacting with Jean and was... happy with it

Peter

Oh Peter was excited for the double date

Ever since Jubilee ran up to him and proposed it to him he was completely on board. Hell, he even helped plan it out with Jean and Jubilee at times

It was actually Jean’s idea for Peter to convince Scott that things would be alright. She knew he was worried about it, even if it was all irrational. She also knew that he was their best bet on helping Scott out and getting him comfortable with the idea

So Peter did just that

He actually did a lot more than just blatantly tell Scott that he was going to pay for everything at the movies

Peter did a lot of minimal prodding. Stuff to get Scott to talk in a way that wasn’t too intrusive or anything (it’s honestly a special ability of Peter’s). It helped him understand what he was gonna have to do to help his boyfriend out

Because Scott had never been on a double date before

And Peter actually found that kinda funny

But when it came to the date itself, he was completely down for it. He wanted to do it since the moment Jubilee told him about it and he decided he was going to put about as much planning effort into it as her. After all, it’s not different from other... events they’ve planned in the past. They have a perfect system

The movie was his idea

He deemed it “necessary after eating at some dumb fancy place. Because who in their right mind is gonna go out to eat and then just head home at like, 7pm?”

(Peter was also the reason they didn’t end up going to a restaurant where you had to dress up SUPER fancy)

(Granted he wasn’t entirely successful. Jean shot him down and made him settle with having to dress up a little. She wasn’t going to drive them all to dinner if it was gonna be some fast food shit)

Honestly, him and Jubilee are on the exact same wavelength for the date

Jean

Jean was definitely the TRUE brains behind the double date

She was the one who mentioned the idea to Jubilee who then took the idea and ran with it, making it a true plan

She did it because, well, she’s always wanted to have a double date. It was only possible now that she was with Jubilee and her other friends were together

Besides, she like anyone else was aware of just how close Jubilee and Peter were. It was honestly a perfect plan

Scratch something off her bucket list while also getting the two away from their peers so everyone could actually catch a break from their high energy

Actual perfection right there

That and she could tell Scott was awkward around her, even if they’ve been broken up for almost an entire year by this point

There were a lot of times Jean tried to reconnect with him and get him to loosen up but nothing really worked until she came up with the double date

It would give her the opportunity to get her friend back while also allowing him to be in a sort of comfortable environment (she’s noticed the way he tends to cling to Peter whenever she comes around. She isn’t sure if she should be hurt by it or not but she knows he doesn’t mean ill will)

She has to admit though, Peter’s idea of a movie after was a great idea. It’s not something she would’ve put forward or even thought about

Then again... she wasn’t expecting the duo to take over the planning and make it a lot more “light” than an actual “true” date

Jean was looking to reserve them stuff out at a true fancy restaurant. Maybe get them to all dress up and put them in a romantic setting but she was quickly put in her place by Jubilee and Peter’s insistence that it’s a double date, they don’t need to be in a super romantic area

And honestly, they had a point

But she refused to let them make the event completely casual. If she was going to be involved in any planning, they were gonna go somewhere where they have to dress up at least a little

She won that argument easily

Jubilee

OH MAN

Okay yeah Jubilee was definitely the front runner with the planning and setting everything up

Even with the double date originally being Jean’s idea, Jubilee took it upon herself to plan it all out mostly because she wanted to treat her girlfriend

(You act as thought Jubilee doesn’t know her own partner’s bucket list. Jean literally has it written out in a notebook under her pillow, Jubilee has gone through it multiple times)

She wanted it to be perfect

Which is why she went to Peter

Jean was the one who planted the idea of going on the double date with Scott and Peter but let’s be real, Jubilee would’ve chosen the boys anyways. They were the best bet

Either way, she was ecstatic

She literally has so much experience with planning from the pranks and events she’s set up with Peter, she knew exactly what she was doing when she got with him to plan everything out

Jubilee was actually the one who chose where they were going to dinner

It was a nice Hawaiian themed place. A seafood restaurant with a tropical theme and generally considered a 4 or 5 star restaurant. It was a perfect place, especially with its looser “dress code” (it was basically a sort of business casual, for lack of better terms. If she tried to describe it she would just point to Scott wearing a nice button up with no tie and Jean wearing a cute blouse and flowy pants to match)

(The really funny part is her and Jean low-key made it out to Peter like super fancy restaurants require you to wear formal clothes just so he would cave and “go somewhere less strict”)

(He never found out)

But if she was going to be honest, her favorite part of the double date was the movie afterwards

It was the newest Men in Black and she was losing her mind throughout it

Did she tune out the boys while they were nerding out quietly to her right? Yes, yes she did. She was much more focused on the humor and action and experiencing it with her girlfriend

Overall

Not gonna lie, Scott definitely clung to Peter at first

Like that much is obvious, but it really wasn’t that... obvious? It was if you looked closely at how he hovered closer to the older boy or how his head always seemed to be turned slightly towards him during conversations as if looking to him for stuff to say

Peter noticed it for sure, just as Jean did

Both of them let it happen. Because even when Scott loosened up as the night went on, he still wanted to stick close to his comfort and they didn’t want to pull him away from that

Man just doesn’t handle break ups well

Honestly though, the dinner was wonderful for the entire group. There was so much laughter and chatting and catching up, especially since they aren’t consistently hanging out together anymore

Jubilee convinced Scott to try some really spicy squid dish that he couldn’t remember the name of for the life of him and Peter just... kept ordering more chocolate milk

(They quickly learned that he forgot refills aren’t free)

(That didn’t stop him)

Outfits

Scott: Nice blue button up and black slacks. Honestly really basic typical “oh that guy looks cishet” kinda look, especially with the very plain uniform look to him

Peter: Black button up with white specks across it that look like stars and some slacks as well except his belt was a bit more... decorative than Scott’s. (It’s colorful)

Jean: A cute, loose blouse with a nice white and red floral/watercolor sort of pattern that sits nicely on her frame with some flowy pants and flats. Her hair was done into a braid

Jubilee: A nice long sleeve sweater-like yellow top and a short white skirt with a pair of flats as well. She had her hair down and man was it nice and curly

Honestly everyone was dressed so nicely, it was almost a miracle

During the movie, the couples sat together. That’s a given. But the way they interacted was definitely different from each other

Jean and Jubilee were vibing in their seats. They had chocolate and slushies and popcorn and were overall having a great time just enjoying the movie. There wasn’t too much commentary other than them laughing together or making fun of something they saw on screen

(Jean one time did yell at someone for having their phone on in the movie...she’s that person)

Jubilee was constantly touchy with Jean whenever something crazy happened or there was something intense. Hell, she ended up wrapping around Jean and crying when her favorite character died

Jean took it and honestly... it made her soft

She didn’t know it was possible to fall even further in love

Peter and Scott, though, were different. They too had all the treats and candy and such like the other couple but they were much closer than the girls. They were BASICALLY cuddling (Scott will never admit it). Like come on, you know it’s true

Scott was curled up against his boyfriend. Like head resting against Peter as the older had his arm around him. You know the drill

Again, Scott will never admit to it

But the entire time they were geeking out. Both of them grew up with sci-fi, especially MiB. And BOTH were excited for the newest movie and were having a great time pointing out the aliens and all that stuff and just overall having fun

After the date, the drive was both full of energy and calm. It was 10 by the time they were leaving the theatre and honestly... it’s an experience none of them would give up for the world

...they planned another one for the future

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bigskydreaming · 3 years

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Interesting. Another week where I liked all the X-books that came out. Must’ve been cuz there was no Duggan in the mix.

New Mutants was one of the better issues since Ayala took over. I haven’t loved all of their issues, though enjoyed them for the most part, but this one I could really see everything start to come together that they’ve been seeding from their start. I wanna reread once next issue comes out and see whether it works better overall to read the full arc in one sitting. Also it might be that the Otherworld stuff was a forced detour they had to make and that threw off the pacing. We’ll see.

But the kids with Gabby was such a sweet moment, and its so nice to see them all on the same side when it comes to Farouk......but Farouk’s motivations and the little interlude about the boy call back to Ayala’s first issue and it looks like the suspicions laid back then were true. Its almost certain that the Shadow King is actually an amalgamation or even just a full on puppet of an Amenthi demon who merged with or possessed Amahl Farouk as a child and using him as a host, has been all about trying to make this world match the one it came from, based on the same ideals Annihilation espoused.

Basically, Amahl is not the same as the Shadow, the Shadow is trying to turn Krakoa into a new version of Arakko, and if I’m interpreting one panel of the art right, I think Xi’an (who seemed to have her suspicions back at the start of this arc too) just sensed another presence for the first time - and she’s the one who knows the Shadow King’s psyche best after all - and she’s figured out that there’s a separate Amahl Farouk consciousness hidden somewhere inside him. And given that second ‘demonstration’ interlude and the fact that the New Mutants are now nowhere to be found in the Shadow King’s mindscape, I’m guessing she managed to shunt them from the part the Shadow King controlled, into whatever part the original boy Amahl is hiding in.

Excalibur was one of its better issues. I’m far more interested in the politics of Otherworld than the political shit in X-Force, Mordred being a mutant is an actually interesting twist, and the idea that Arthur is making his son’s betrayal a self-fulfilling prophecy by attacking mutantkind because he believes Mordred will inevitably side with them as a mutant has some interesting possibilities. It was also unexpectedly....nice, to see like, the whole family Braddock fighting on the same side for probably the first time ever, lol, from Betsy to Brian to Meggan to Jamie.....Jim Jaspers remains a wildcard I’m wary of because like, lol I’ve read the original stories of him and it seems this writer has too, and I want someone to bring up that he’s keeping Redroot captive and make some kind of issue about that, especially now that Death has been brought back into the mix and Betsy’s offered to help him escape Sevalith.

(Only to have him say no, he’s working - lol anyone else think Death’s trying to pull off a one-man coup and take over Sevalith for mutantkind and do his Daddy Dearest proud? Or given that he’s obviously still crushing on Ororo, even after - well I mean, probably BECAUSE she kicked his ass and left him for dead.....I could TOTALLY see them playing this as like, part of some weird courtship attempt of his. The only way he feels he can woo her as an equal is to come to her with a kingdom of his own or some shit like that. Idk, we’ll see. He’s definitely up to something though, but I do believe him when he says that ultimately he’s on the same side as the rest of them).

I liked that they haven’t forgotten about the other Rogue, Gambit and Rictor Captains, I liked Roma’s conversation with Jubilee about Shogo and the foreshadowing there, as well as Jubilee’s response and her clear conflict.....Merlyn can fucking die in a fire already, please and thank you, ugh, enough with this old shithead.....oh I LOVED that someone is FINALLY doing something with Bei, and it does make sense for it to be Excalibur though I figured it would’ve happened in New Mutants by now. But she and Shatterstar make a fun odd duo, and actually Star’s comment to Brian about being a new friend too like, lol, okay, I’m kinda here for a trio of Brian, Star and Bei to be like a Krakoan Warrior Three who are all united by their perspective as like, lifelong combatants and being outsiders among the rest of Krakoa even if Shatterstar and Bei are technically still mutants too. It makes sense.

Hmm, what else. Would love to see Bei’s thoughts on Death and Redroot, all things considered, and have something to do with those plotlines in the future. And really in general I’m here for this big all-kingdom smackdown with Sevalith, Hothive, Mercador, the Furies and Merlyn’s kingdom all arrayed against Krakoa and Avalon. Of course, these are still only the Foul Kingdoms. Roma and the rest of the Fair Kingdoms so far don’t seem to have any real problem with witchbreed....but this arc is still only getting started. Still waiting for Mordred’s inevitable entrance....curious to see what his power is, and especially if HE even knew he was a mutant before now.

Also: JULIO AND SHATTERSTAR CUDDLES. WE HAVE WAITED 84 YEARS FOR THIS.

And as for Hellions....

Okay, I didn’t actually love Hellions, its kinda on...layaway. I liked a lot of the fallout of last issue, I liked that the stakes are so apparent here, but I’m gonna be bothered by a lot of stuff unless there’s some kind of plot twist that reveals that Kwannon’s daughter is still alive somehow. Like maybe Sinister lied about not having another back-up JUST to ensure he still had one last card to bargain with up his sleeve since he lost the ‘in’ he had with the Hellions now, and with the Council now aware of his secret experiments with Arraki DNA (and bringing Tarn down on their heads in a way that COULD have started a full on war with them if Ororo hadn’t handled it for them)....like point is, all eyes are going to be on him for awhile now and he has very few cards left to play or people in his corner, so I’m HOPING that there’s another plot twist coming in the last couple issues there.

Because if Kwannon’s daughter is ACTUALLY dead....it really doesn’t sit well with me that the first real mutant death in an age of literal immortality for the rest of them (since even Gorgon and Rockslide technically are still alive in SOME sense)....like for that to be Kwannon’s daughter, the only real innocent in all of this, and having been held hostage to this storyline the whole time, and only existing to force Kwannon’s hand in all of this....yeah. No. Thank you, do not like, that better not be all there is to this. I never trust anything Sinister says as a general rule, so I’m not gonna believe him about that having been the only back-up of her daughter until its wholly proven otherwise.

Other thoughts.....I like that Emma knows that she fucked up, I like that Emma DID have her own kinda failsafe in place because she didn’t trust Sinister for shit, I like that she was RIGHT not to trust Sinister for shit and that her fail-safe stopped even worse shit from happening....I DON’T like that her fail-safe literally just made Alex a weapon of mass destruction with no awareness he even was one and someone else’s hand (let alone fucking MANUEL’S on the trigger)....I DON’T like Emma looking all pained at how devastated Alex is when that was the inevitably outcome of this particular failsafe, like sorry Emma but if what it did to Alex was really that big a problem for you, you should have found a different failsafe.....and I REALLY REALLY don’t like Emma effectively just offering up Maddy’s resurrection as essentially a bribe to ‘fix’ what had happened to HIM, like....if you guys could have made the case for Maddy’s resurrection before now, it should have been for Maddy’s sake, not as like....a cheer-up tactic for fucking Alex, and DEFINITELY not to ‘fix’ a mess that still resulted in Kwannon’s daughter’s death (unless of course there’s a twist there).

Oh and I also meant to say there BETTER be fallout once Scott discovers Emma and Manuel’s role in all of this. I could definitely see Scott like, interceding on John’s behalf if he manages to pull of killing Empath, because like....he’d kinda want to do it himself. This is one of those times where I REALLY wish they’d spend more time developing where Gabe fits in with the Summers brothers now, relationship wise, because like, just show him giving any kind of shits for Alex as his older brother like, at all, and you can EASILY justify Gabe going full wrath-of-omega-mutant on Empath, and what’s the Council gonna do to one of their prized omega mutants, especially one who’s already been imprisoned on Krakoa for Xavier’s mistakes in decades past?

Actually damn, now THERE’S a consequence-arc I’d love to see, because imagine Gabe helping John go after Empath, and then the Council really trying to throw HIM in the Hole for that, and then Scott being like uh no, remember the events of Deadly Genesis? The fuck I’m gonna stand by and allow that, Xavier you still owe him for that shit, especially since this resurrected version of him never did all the shit Emperor Vulcan did, at least as far as he knows. Or THEN ALSO I could see him getting Storm to back him up on this and she gets the Arraki to be like, well we owe this mutant a debt of gratitude for his role in making our new home, and actually his actions sound totally acceptable, we’re honestly not sure what the problem is, actually he sounds more like us than you so we’re happy to offer him sanctuary, and then the Council would shit their pants because they don’t want to lose an omega mutant to their war-like cousins since you KNOW more than a few of them are making contingencies in case they ever have to fight them again, and like, it’d split the loyalties of the entire Summers Clan in doubt and just...tons of story possibilities there. Lots to consider.

Eh, that’s not where they’re going with this at all though, so whatever. I’ll actually be really surprised if they do end up writing John as managing to successfully kill Empath.

Last thoughts.....this was weirdly the first time they EVER made me give a crap about Nanny? They managed to make me more interested in her in one issue than they have in her previous thirty-five years of existence, gave her more DEVELOPMENT in one issue than in all of that time, and when she was willing to sacrifice her just to save the orphanage from being destroyed I was like, holy shit. I....like...her?

And then they fucking ruined it all the very next page with how they had her react to Peter, and their ominous as fuck final epitaph. I’ll wait on deciding my full thoughts and feelings about that, and see just WHAT Peter ends up doing as a result....I have a feeling things are not going to end well for him and we might be close to seeing the last of him, especially with the inferences they’ve made about how destructive Peter’s true power is - whatever the hell it actually is. Like, Peter, at least, I can see the Council being more than willing to leave in the Hole, or just....put at the back of the resurrection queue for the rest of eternity. Which is shitty but would be perfectly in keeping with them and also I don’t actually know what he’s going to do yet.....like, is it going to be some bullshit like HE tries to destroy the Nursery or some shit because Nanny wanted to save it, or more likely is it gonna be something like he goes to the Right and betrays Krakoa or whatever and gives them valuable intel or something like that? Idk.

Finally - YES MADDY’S COMING BACK. And she’s gonna be pisssssssed. Like, I don’t see how they’re planning to approach that, like....I’m expecting Xavier to try some serious editing on her back-up to maneuver WHICH point in time Maddy will come back remembering up to, because uh....that’s gonna matter a lot. But since this is all happening against his objections in the first place, and this seems more like Emma’s personal crusade to try and make up for her part in all this, I wouldn’t be surprised if Maddy comes back with full memories up to her most recent back-up.....which means she’s going to still be full on hating all of them, being like FUCK Krakoa AND your amnesty for all mutants I just want you all to burn, and oh yeah, on TOP of all that its inevitable she’s going to find out how much some of them FOUGHT to keep her from being resurrected, like....? Oh there is like only a 1 or 2% chance this ends any way other than TERRIBLY for everyone concerned.

(And yet I still hope they pull it off, because I don’t want her back just for one or two more issues, I want her back longterm. Ideally, I’d love her to take Jean’s place on the Council and pull it off with the support of like Mystique and Emma and Destiny and others as a giant fuck you to Xavier, but I’d also settle for her ditching Krakoa for Arakko and being like these are more my kinda people and also you can’t do shit to me here).

Oh and PS - lolololololol forever at Hank fucking McCoy trying to give Emma shit for her actions here. Like I mean, at least he’s AWARE he has literally no leg to stand on, whatsoever? I mean, I guess there’s that? But still. LMFAO OMG SHUT UP HANK YOU LITERALLY DON’T GET TO SAY SHIT ABOUT ANYONE ELSE BEING SHADY EVER.

Edit: Oh and also I forgot - I need to know how MUCH the Council found out about Sinister’s experiments, in particular if they found out he was ALREADY experimenting with making chimera mutants, like way ahead of schedule according to Moira’s LAST life in Powers of X, when like, the chimera mutants were a recent development as of a full hundred years in the future from now. Like, that changes a LOT and I would love to know what Xavier, Moira and Magneto think of that accelerated timetable and how it might change things.

#wednesday spoilers #x-books spoilers

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curvingsunsets · 3 years

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So This is The Fic I WroteAbout the Boys

idk what to call it but here it is

Quick warning before you read: parents fighting, implied homophobia, anything else I need to tag lmk

ALSO I listened to Jubilee Line by Wilbur Soot the entire time I was writing it

I was also asked to tag @crybabyddl so here u go <3

Wasting your time

You're wasting mine

There was something in the air that night. Something that gave the boys a gentle switch of tone. A signal that they were the only family they’d need.

It wasn’t easy managing everything that he was going through. He’d barely been holding on to not only his grades, but the band and his social life. It wasn’t what he wanted to happen. He wanted a nice family dinner with his mom and dad. His dad just had to find out about his next gig. Tension grew around the table and it ended with a regretful “I hate you” spat into the living room.

The next hour was spent in his room. He couldn’t return to the scene, his mom’s gentle weeping could be heard through the hollow door of his room along with his dad’s attempt at reassurance. He stopped staring at the stars he stuck to his ceiling years ago and grabbed his bag. For once, he was thankful his room was on the first floor. He slipped out of his window and started the long, but calming walk to the only place he knew he could go to.

~~~

Usually, it was easy for him to ignore the muffled screams through the walls of the house. Tonight was different, however. The insults his dad threw at his mom, who he supposedly loved, started to sting a little more than any other day. He’d tried to muffle it out with a pillow over his ears, even tried humming to drown it out, but no luck. It was frustrating, having to be the only level-headed person in the house.

The longer he was alone with the fighting, the deeper he got into his own head. Whatever was going on outside that door couldn’t be love, he told himself time and time again. Yet, he never seemed to believe it. Just as he started getting trapped in his own head, a gut-wrenching curse was thrown from one parent to the other. That’s when he’d drawn the line. He pulled himself out of his own thoughts and unlocked the window, slipping out into the salty air.

~~~

The disapproving stares from his parents seemed to hit a little harder as he walked into the kitchen wearing the pink hoodie he knew they hated. He pretended not to hear the slur his dad muttered under his breath as he scanned the fridge. The word lingered in the air for a second longer than he was comfortable with. He’d settled for a bottle of water and escaped back into his room, avoiding the two pairs of eyes burning judgement into the back of his head.

He’d tried so hard to be “normal” for them. Until he realized that he was normal, and that they were just bigots. He laid in his bed with his headphones in, Whitney playing through the speakers quietly, afraid that they’d still hear her through the door. No matter how hard he tried, his mind drifted back to the disapproving looks that fell over his parent’s faces the day he’d come out to them. The clouding of his mind seemed to pull him away from his home and out of his window.

Hate to see you leaving

Fate worse than dying

Your city gave me asthma

That's why I'm fucking leaving

Your water gave me cancer

The pavement hurt my feelings

They’d all been suffocating in their own homes. The places they thought were supposed to be their safe spaces...yet they’d never felt truly safe there.

The cold air that hit his face was a gentle reminder of the tears that were slipping down his cheeks. As he pushed the pedals of his bike forward, he’d used the sleeve of his flannel to rid of the trails on his cheeks. His mind kept racing, still. The feeling of regret trickling in, but not deep enough to make him turn back. He’d pushed forward once again, letting go of the handlebars for a moment to simply exist in the calm.

~~~

The trail in the woods definitely wasn’t his favorite, but it helped him sift through his thoughts. The rustling of the trees provided almost a drone that kept him grounded. Of course, it wasn’t his prefered method of releasing stress, but it was the quickest route. So he pushed forward, picking a few leaves off the trees as he passed, tearing them apart so he could do something with his hands instead of picking at his cuticles until they bled.

~~~

The gentle breeze had drawn his thoughts away from the scowls and towards his safe space. He may not have been paying attention to where he was going, but he’d been on this path too many times to count, so it was basically second nature at this point. The passing cars gave no second glance to the seventeen year old they drove past on the highway, all too busy to get to their third party of the night. It didn’t bother him, though. He’d always made up stories for the people driving past.

Shout at the wall

Because the walls don't fucking love you

Once he’d arrived in the garage, he dropped his bag on the couch and sighed, the stress from the night disintegrating into the concrete floor. He walked further into the garage, not even bothering to turn the lights on. He took a deep breath before kicking a pillow across the room. Pulling off his hoodie, he laid down on the couch, draping it over his chest.

It was silent for a moment before the second boy walked in. “Luke?” he asked softly, unsure if the boy on the couch was asleep.

“Hey, Reg,” Luke answered without even opening his eyes. “Bad time at home too?”

Reggie didn’t even have to answer before Luke was up off the couch, leading him up to the loft of the garage. They laid over the bags of clothing and guitar cases, the small hole in the roof letting moonlight seep through, illuminating the boys’ faces.

“Wanna talk about it?” Luke asked, running a comforting hand over the bass player’s shoulder.

There's a reason

That London puts barriers on the tube line

There's a reason

That London puts barriers on the rails

And he did. For a few minutes, he’d let out every thought that was lingering in his mind for the past month. Some of them not even the reason he left his house that night. But, although he was crying, it was a relief for him. Like any negative feeling that filled his being dissolved into the air above him and left the two with a sigh of relief afterwards.

Their comfortable silence was interrupted by the garage door opening for a third time that night. The blonde immediately noticed the faint sniffles of one of his best friends in the loft. To which he climbed the ladder and joined the pile, trying to hide the fact that he had been crying on the way here.

But, they noticed. And Luke asked him the same thing he’d asked Reggie twenty minutes before. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

There's a reason

That London puts barriers on the tube line

There's a reason

That London puts barriers on the rails

And he spoke his mind. They let him release that tension. It came with some crying and self-doubt, to which they responded with supportive comments and comforting touches. But, he’d started to finally recognize the difference between how he felt about himself versus the way others made him feel. And on his face, a smile broke through for the first time that day.

“What about you, man?” Alex asked Luke, who’d been so generous to let the others pour every piece of themselves out on the floor.

He usually never shared in moments like this. He’d never admit it, but he always wants the others to be okay before he’d ever share what was on his mind. Even then, he wouldn’t spill the whole story, just enough to make the others content.

And after they’d all spoken their hearts out, they looked at each other. And that was the spark that made them realize. There was another gust of wind that came through the hole in the roof that finally knocked out any negative feelings that were left. Reggie sighed contentedly, leaning further into Luke’s side as he played with his necklace. Alex tapped out a rhythm on his legs, staring through the hole in the roof, the stars laying out a familiar pattern for him to trace in his mind.

The silence ended with a sigh from Luke, “This is the only family we’re ever gonna need,” he explained softly. “There is nobody out there who understands us. Except for us.”

Both Alex and Reggie nodded. Alex laid back against the garbage bag filled with Luke’s clothes. Reggie curled further into Luke’s embrace, a soft sigh of relief escaping from his lips as he let sleep take over. Luke kept his comforting touch continuing for Reggie’s comfort. He waved Alex over to the pile, to which he complied, resting his head in the guitarist’s lap, tapping a different rhythm into his knee. It continued until Alex succumbed to the sleep that had been tugging at his eyelids for the past 15 minutes.

Luke looked at his two best friends and nodded. Although this wasn’t the family he’d particularly wanted, it sure was the one he needed.

#Luke patterson #Alex mercer #reggie peters #Julie and the phantoms fic

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sunflowergirl522 · 3 years

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Prank War

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Request by @chims-kookies Plant mutation fem!reader x Peter maximoff; they have a flirty relationship and prank each other a lot (he speeds by her, messing with her) and she uses plants to trip him or has pollen make him sneeze etc. smth cute and fluffy :)) prank war maybe?? Wholesome vibes 💕 But also @stars-of-clarke messaged me about the reader using her power to prank Peter!

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1351

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You’re not sure how it started; maybe it was when Peter accidentally hit you with a meatball that was meant for Scott. Or maybe it was when Peter tripped over a root of a tree that wasn’t there before and blamed you. Either way the prank war between you and Peter according to your friends has gotten slightly out of hand. Scott and Jubilee are constantly telling the two of you to ‘just get together already’ but you’re so deep in denial of your own feelings that you just brush the sentence off.

“Hold that thought Jubes.” You hold up a finger, interrupting Jubilee as you see Peter talking a little bit aways to some girl. You wrap a root around his foot making sure not to touch him with it yet and when he goes to dash off you tighten it to hold him there causing him to trip and embarrass himself.

“Y/n!” You pull Jubilee behind the tree you were next to out of Peter’s eyesight giggling.

“He raided my snack stash earlier.” You explain to the girl in front of you with her eyebrow raised.

“You know it could be both of your snack stashes.”

“Oh not this again Jubes, for the last time-”

“Sorry ladies am I interrupting?” Peter leans next to Jubilee against the tree.

“Hey there Peter, I saw your trip. You should really be more mindful of your surroundings.” You fake a pout in his direction. “Maybe then the girls you flirt with will go out with you.”

“Oh big words coming from the girl no one flirts with.”

“And whose fault is that huh? Weren’t you the one who went around and told everyone that if they slept with me they’d get poison ivy.” You step up to him and poke his chest. He laughs at the memory but stops when he remembers that people had started calling you Ivy in a mocking tone. He didn’t mean for it to go that far, he honestly just didn’t want anyone flirting with you. He hated that.

“I said I was sorry for that, Flower.” His hands land on your shoulders and he rubs his thumbs back and forth to calm you down.

“Yeah whatever, Maxibaby.”

“Come on you guys, get a room! Makeout or something already.” Jubilee exclaims tired of constantly seeing the two of you like this. When you weren’t pulling pranks on each other or arguing you were flirting. Not that you or Peter noticed, you both just called it being civil your friends though, they’ve just about had enough of it.

“If you don’t stop with that I swear I’m gonna turn the pranks on you.”

“With that I’ll take my leave. See ya around.” Peter speeds off and you feel a tug on your hair. Your hand flies to the end that was pulled and you gasp.

“That asshole put gum in my hair!” Jubilee laughs full heartedly before getting a glare and running off.

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“Nice haircut, Flower.” You turn your head to glare at the boy now sitting next to you underneath Xavier’s grandfather's tree.

“Fuck you Maxibaby.” After the gum incident you had to get a few inches cut off. It looked good still thank goodness, if it didn’t you may have just had to kill him.

“Oh, come on Flower. If anything I did you a favor, you’ve been talking about getting your dead ends cut off for what feels like forever.” That was true and since he had a point you just shrug in response continuing to grow flowers around you. “What is this? The silent treatment? Flower, talk to me.” He’s whining and you have a hard time keeping the amused smile off your face. As the corners of your mouth start to hook upward you look away from him. “Did I just see a smile on that pretty face? Let me see.” He reaches over to grab your chin and pull your face back towards him and you can’t help but laugh and try to push him away.

“Get outta here! Don’t you have some poor girl to make your move on?” You lean on one hand and run the other through your hair as you ignore how hard your heart is beating from being so close to him.

“Nah, just got you Flower.” You may have denied your feelings but Peter, Peter doesn’t. He did at first, but then he saw some guy flirting with you and couldn’t deny them anymore. While Scott keeps trying to nudge him in the right direction of just asking you out already and bringing everyone's suffering to an end, Peter’s afraid that you’ll reject him. So he keeps up with the pranking and relentless flirting.

“Who says I want you Maxibaby?” The two of you are so close your noses are almost touching. You rustle the flowers enough to get pollen in the air causing Peter to start sneezing.

“Oh you better run!” He speaks between sneezes and you dash off laughing the whole time. Peter smiles at the sight of you before running after you making sure not to use his mutation knowing you would just call it cheating.

The next day you’re showing the new student, Bobby, around school when Peter sees the two of you laughing about something.

“Who’s he?” The jealousy is thick in Peter’s voice as he watches your head get thrown back with laughter in a way that is normally only caused by him.

“New student. It seems like him and Y/n are hitting it off.” Scott answers him and stops the chuckle that’s begging to come out. “Looks like you may have missed your chance Romeo.” Peter's teeth grind together and in a second he’s gone.

“So then I made the apple rotten and-”

“Hey there Flower, who’s this?” Peter wraps his arm around your shoulder as he appears and interrupts you mid story.

“Maxibaby! We were just talking about you. Remember the time I had you eat a rotten apple?”

“Yeah, turned me off of apples for good.” The two of you are smiling at each other, your foreheads almost touching.

“So are you two dating or what? Because the stories seem like your frenemies.” Both of your heads turn to look at the new student

“Yeah, what’s it to ya?” Your eyes go wide at Peter’s words shocked that he would lie about that.

“Doesn’t matter to me man. I’m Bobby.”

“Peter.” He shakes Bobby’s outstretched hand. “Care if I snag her away?”

“Go for it, we were just finishing up here.” Before you could interject, you’re in Peter's room and he’s reading a comic in the corner of his room, a twinkie halfway in his mouth.

“What was that?!”

“What was what?” He doesn’t even look up at you.

“You told Bobby we were dating! Why would you do that?”

“Can’t have him flirting with you, now he won’t. Would you have rather I told him the poison ivy rumor?”

“Not that it matters Peter, but Bobby’s gay!” He finally looks up at you but you’re too busy pacing to notice.

“He’s gay?”

“Yes! Why does the flirting thing even matter anyway? You flirt with everyone, why can’t anyone flirt with me?”

“Because I like you! Get that through that thick skull of yours, I don’t know how you haven’t noticed yet.”

“You like me?” You freeze in your tracks and point at yourself and Peter walks up to you and holds your face in his hands.

“Yes.”

“So, you want us to actually be dating?”

“Yes.” Without him knowing you grow a vine out of the pot of the plant you gifted him not too long ago and get it ready to wrap around his feet as you inch your face closer to his.

“So you better come catch me.” You kiss his nose and run towards the door tangling his feet in the vine.

“This is cheating!” Peter exclaims as he starts to recover from falling.

“I need a headstart dontcha think?” And with a shrug and a wink you dash down the hallway.

Peter Taglist: @amourtentiaa @simpforquicksilver @parkersdarling @loveyou3000-mcu

#peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff #peter maximoff imagine #quicksilver x reader #x men imagine #plant mutation reader #request

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czarojay · 4 years

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I can’t stop thinking about how Wilbur’s music goes with Wilbur the dsmp character( not the real Wilbur Wilbur, the same thoughts don’t apply to irl Wilbur, don’t worry o/ ). So here it is a post where i’m gonna just talk about my thoughts on this topic.

Not all songs worked for me like Jubilee line for example, so don’t be surprised they’re not included.

Gonna make it a long post so people uninterested can go on, have a nice scroll across your dash, cya next time :]

Saline solution, not all the lyrics, but a big majority applies to the smp story of his.

I think I've lost my mind Blurring the fact and the fiction

This one i’ve used myself in one of my fanarts and i really think it works well with Wilbur. He’s lost himself in the banishment, unsure of whether they’re the heroes or the villains, until he’s gone insane, unsure of what’s the truth and who’s lying to him. Maybe he’s lying to himself? Maybe everyone is actually a traitor?

I think I've made my choice I'm a disease playing victim Slip the fate slip the victory I think I've made my choice Sink secluded in hatred Void the plans friends are making I think I've found my voice I'm a leech sucking blood bags Taste defeat, it's a sandbag

This really works way too well in my opinion. Wilbur played the victim for a long time, that he untruly lost his presidentship, despite being the one who proposed the election in the first time. He was a poor overthrown rightful leader, not the terrorist some people viewed him as.

But in the end he did void the plans friends were making. When Tubbo became the president, he left, he made his choise, he let the victory slip, he decided to throw it all to the ground and blow it up. Wilbur the character, was a leech of L’Manburg, Pogtopia and for a brief moment New L’Manburg. At first a looked up to leader, became a person who manipulates others, causes death and destruction and is the source of problems in the end.

Your Sister Was Right doesn’t have the same energy to me as the song above does, but I still could quite easily find bits which hit me badly.

I thought I couldn't love anymore Turns out I can't, but not for the same reasons as before I use everyone I ever meet I can't find the perfect match Abuse those I love While I ostracize the ones who love me Back

Wilbur the smp character did abuse and manipulate and use people around him. The first wasn’t as noticeable at first, but in the end, I feel it might have been more emotional rather than physical abuse? It’s hard not to imagine all the ways Tubbo or Tommy could have been traumatised because of Wilbur. The Festival is just one of the examples. Tommy for a very brief moment did consider fleeing. He stayed just because Tubbo didn’t want to go with him.

After the exile Wilbur started to ostracize people around him. He wasn’t the happy and good big brother to everyone of L’Manburg. He became a twisted man, he didn’t interact with them the same way. They didn’t understand him in the end, did they? They were all traitors, couldn’t be trusted. He was alone, he needed to do this by himself, didn’t he? I’m Sorry Boris doesn’t really feel like I could just take out the lyrics and point at Wilbur and go “This fits”. I’m gonna do it anyways and try to interprete them the best I can!

I'm not good for anyone here We reached the end of a decade Greenwich morphs into an arcade Southwark turns into a highway Up to hamlets, a tax break Newham, Islington a headache And Richmond's still shit

This could work with L’Manburg. This is the end of this era, isn’t it? All the ideals Wilbur stood for have been abandoned. They don’t fight with words anymore, they use weapons. They’re not fighting against the bad guys, Dream, they became the bad guys, terrorists here. They changed and so L’Manburg has also changed. Into Manburg. The walls are gone, buildings abandoned, the hto dog van devastated, new buildings growing and Manburg looks barely like it used to look like. It’s not L’Manburg anymore and even if they won it back it could never be the same, right?

But they'll knock down the pubs before helping you They'll burn down your towers before helping you They'll charge for your healthcare before helping you They'll let you jump under trains before helping you

If you squint hard enough, this could be Wilbur speaking to Niki. Schlatt taxed her more, Sapnap killed Fungi, Fundy, her friend and co-runned for the presidency, in the end also abandoned her for Schlatt, even if he was a spy.

Even Wilbur abandoned her, waiting for the right moment supposedly, but taking her under his wing only after the Festival, which was when he would kill her along with countless other people if the button plan did work. She was on her own.

And even though I'm finished I'm not quite done with it No matter how far I run south I'm always there My lovers, my colleagues My best friends and enemies I don't think I want to leave you

This could apply to many things. To how Wilbur was in the room 8 times, yet didn’t press it. To how Wilbur gave countless chances, occasions for the problem to be solved without detonating the tnt. But it could also not work at all, since he wasn’t finished. He said so himself. Unfinished symphony.

But at the same time, he didn’t want to leave them. He became a ghost and ghosts only stay when they have unfinished business behind. He must have decided he didn’t want to leave them, he decided to stay after his death.

And finally Since I Saw Vienna. The song which pushed my to making this post.

I am not going to copy and paste the whole song here, cause that would be such a bother to read and make sense at the same time, so instead i will just talk about my interpretation instead. And I am not saying this interpretation is the best or the correct one, but it’s how i choose to understand this.

Since I Saw Vienna is about a person of fluid personality, a person who also walks and moves and travels. In the second verse the lyrical subject’s goal are described as " horizon's my target “ and it makes me think of a person who has a goal set in mind and tries to reach it, but can’t. It’s moving so they move as well, trying to reach it (” If I keep on moving, never lose sight of it “).

And doesn’t that sound so similar to Wilbur? He keeps trying to achieve his goal, but in the end he lost it, he doesn’t know what it is anymore.

Treating my memory of you like a fire, let it Burn out, don't fight it, and try to move on

And this sounds like Wilboo doesn’t it? His memory problems? He does try to remember, but still it’s a little too close for me, not to think about.

And finally,

I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am ready And I'll put down my roots when I'm dead

These are one of the rawest lines I’ve seen. Maybe not to all people, but this is the part of the song which hits me the hardest.

This is Wilboo. Wilbur is dead, he moved the whole live, he tried to achieve something, he fought, he lived, he lost, he won and he died. He focused on nothing other than reaching his goal during his life. He said he wanted one day to build a small cottage or wood hut in the forest to retire to one day, but he never grasped any chance to do that, he just kept going, trying to achieve something.

Really, he settled down only when he died. He’s happy again, as happy as he can be with people being anxious around him and his memory being blank and seemingly becoming more and more empty with each day he lives through as a ghost. Only now, he’s building a house, enjoying his post mortiem life.

He’s putting his roots down only now, when he’s dead.

#Wilbur Soot #Wilbur #Ghostbur #Analysis #Song #your city gave me asthma #dream smp #Nihachu #Tommyinnit #Focus on Wilbur #ideas and analysis

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