He's all for it! He specifically requests a Disney marathon because he hears all of the team singing songs and he just wants to be included, damn it! He really likes Mulan because of the songs and the representation of female warriors because he knows that women are strong. He doesn't care for Peter Pan because he thinks Peter is dumb, though he very much enjoys the Darling children. He also really likes Hercules!!! He falls asleep midway between Frozen, and you wake up with the giant god sleeping on your chest mumbling songs from the movie in his sleep
Loves, i like highkey need a sequel to the Olympic Swimmer! Alex Summers OC story!!! Every time I read it, I get so hyped for what happens next! One of my absolute fav HCs/stories ever <3 xoxo
AHHHHHHHHHH im going to try to work on this tonight! this was so sweet! -will
omg it’s been forever since we last posted but we’re both really busy with school and i haven’t actually written anything other than my own personal star wars fics but requests are open, lovelies!! ❤️❤️
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[ TO: SCOTT 3:42 A.M ] You have no clue how I feel so shut up. [ TO: SCOTT 3:42 A.M ] you left. You don’t know what it’s like, because you’re gone and your’e diffrerent nk wo and soc ot go und me [ FROM: Y/N 3:50 A.M ] i’m sorry.
Heartbreak settles in, spills itself all over the linoleum floors of your kitchen. You’re drenched in spilled wine, glass everywhere, and you can’t help but let out a shattered laugh. After all, it’s what you deserved. How did you think this was going to end? With you and Scott, Scott Summers, part of the X-Men, married? In a nice little suburban home, white picket fence and all?
Fat chance.
Your hands are shaking as you dial those three numbers you’ve probably dialed more these past few months than any normal person should have in their life.
[ TO: SCOTT 4:00 A.M ] itkbkb immm dyeidngg sctt
Vision blurring, black spots peering in the corners of your eyes, you let out another laugh when you notice that while your phone is ringing, Scott is calling on the other line. He’s calling to apologize, to get you back, but he’s not calling to keep you. He’s not calling to tell you that he loves you, loves you like he loves Jean, to call you and tell you he’s actually, truly, sorry.
It’s not why you’re upset, really. You didn’t expect much out of a man like him. You’re upset because you’re probably going to die, right here, right now, because of him.
You could probably think of better ways to go.
Being eaten by sharks, being burned alive, anything. But you, infact, think you’re okay with dying because you love him. You love him, truly and openly, more than anyone ever on the planet. He has ripped you apart countless times, has taken everything from you. But he has also put you back together, has given you more than you could have asked for. But in the end, his name is one that belongs to a girl who always has a trick up her sleeve and a kick in her step.
You can hear yelling now, shouts of “Hold on!”, even banging at your door. You ignore it all, because even if you did move, you’d spill more blood and the glass lodged into your side would rip the wound even more.
If only you hadn’t been so stupid. If you kept your relationship quiet. If she hadn’t found out. You’re still blaming her, even though it’s probably not, probably never was. She probably still didn’t know. It was your fault that you were so eager to tell people about love. What you thought was love.
By the time your door is open, you have lost consciousness.
You see shoes that you would know anywhere, and you know that even though he never was there for you before, he was then.
“The nebulous moment between just waking up and actually moving is quite possibly my favorite thing. It’s the only time where I can lucid dream, and that’s when the fun begins.”
hes such a boob guy he loves laying his head on your chest and curling up with you as you run your fingers through his hair
like seriously just being curls up in your arms is so nice to him
speaking of hair he loves to play with yours
since everything he sees in tinted red, his favorite thing is to feel yours and pretend to guess its color, always guessing bizarre colors (bonus: if your hair really IS colored, he always suggests different colors for you to dye it even though he cant see it)
one day, while you two are in the common room in the mansion, you teach him how to braid your hair and it becomes his favorite thing to do when hes stressed or has just come back on a mission
one thing he loves is how obsessed with his mouth you are
hell constantly tease you by licking lollipops or kissing your fingers or biting his lips
“whats the matter Y/N?” “.......nothinggottagobye” and scott cackles
he loves to leave marks with his sinful mouth on u
boob guys gotta love leaving marks on ur boobs duh i mean cmon
you guys have study dates bc yeah scotts smart but ur smarter and its an excuse to hang out
you guys actually have group study sessions with the rest your of friends but usually you two leave early and everybody catcalls you both but grades are more important
so basically u study alone for 10 minutes before scott gets handsy
on your first anniversary he has everything planned out and its not big or extravagant its just you and him on a beach and you guys are walking in the water
he looks at you and he knows that youre it youre the only person hes ever going to want
and you feel the same
so you both say i love you
you guys laugh quietly and squeeze eachothers hands bc aw
SPEAKING of i love you you guys only say it when youre overwhelmed with love or stressed or sad and the other immediately knows how youre feeling
if youre sad scott will come and pull you in his lap and you guys watch netflix and eat take out and paint on eachother; if scotts sad you lay him down on his chest and you guys sit quietly and then youll get up and go on a walk and eat at a new little shop each time youre out
if youre stressed you two both just enjoy to lay together and talk about whats going on in eachothers lives
helping eachother with your mutations!!!!!
you guys always cheer eachother on and bandage eachother up after training or missions
scott is your biggest cheerleader.
ororo and you are super close, as are you and kurt so they always cheer you on, but scott goes all out.
he makes posters and shirts and he knows hes so whipped that when warren makes fun of him all he does is smirk and reply with “at least im getting laid”
sex with scott is so wild but its also really sweet like
u both loose your virginities together
and its really quiet and filled with soft giggles and whispers of i love you
when you guys get more adventurous you both suggest new stuff nonstop
you guys are always sporting marks from each other and its gotten to the point where your friends make bets on whos more dominant in bed
(its both of u)
VACATION!!!
you guys go to disney together for your first vacation and you guys take a photo infront of the castle with mickey and minnie ears on holding hands and its your lockscreen for the longest time
scott gets scared by the people in the suits and refuses to meet any of them and it makes you laugh (ur a little afraid too so its ok)
you guys spend an entire day meeting characters
you guys actually leave disney to go to universal and youre so excited you skip everything just to go to the HP sections
@camila1818 asked: hey could I have a Bucky imagine where you are spider girl and he is in love with you. On a mission Hydra kidnaps you to make you a replacement super soldier and Bucky is super pissed? can it have a happy ending? Thanks!
sorry this took so long!
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Usually, when you hear the sentence, “Where’s your brother?”, you don’t blink. Today, however, you frown, cocking your hip in you latex suit. “What, lil ‘ol me isn’t the spider you wanted?” You smirk, “To bad, bucko. He’s out fighting bigger threats than you.” You’re smug, you knew it would land you trouble, but what was the fun in all this without a little trouble? Delilah chuckles, cocks her head, “Honey, you’re nowhere near as fun as Spider-Man.” She turned, swaying her hips as she walked away. You scoffed, flicking a web towards her, effectively trapping her against the wall. She groaned, wiggling her hand out of the webbing, then ripping herself out of the web and off the wall. Quickly dodging your next blow, she runs up to with such speed that you can only blink before you’re pressed against the wall, her buff arm cutting off the air to your throat.
“F-fuck…” You grumble. She chuckles lowly, her fingers grazing over your masked cheek. “Maybe now…I should….unmask you.”
You panic, your brother Peter would kill you if you were foolish enough to get caught. He barely let you out as Spider-Girl anyways as it was. Not only would Peter, but Bucky would too. He was your boyfriend, and he was just as overprotective as Peter was.
Just as she lifted up the mask to your jaw, a large body jumps down behind her and spins her around. They butt her forehead with a gun, and you gasp, eyes widening behind your mask as you watch her crumple to the ground. “Are you okay?” The voice was familiar. You look up, grin with relief, and say, “About time, asshole. She almost got me!”
Bucky Barnes laughs heartily, walking away from you. You stumble to catch up, slinging a web at his feet, and jump down in front him upside down hanging from a web. “Hey.” You grin, and he snorts. Usually, your antics would amuse him, even on missions, but you could see in his eyes he was upset. “I’m fine, dork. Stop worrying.” He frowns, opening his mouth to speak, but you lean in and kiss him. You knew he was upset; he always was whenever you went out and messed up on a mission. It could hardly be called a mission, Peter refused to let Fury put you on anything that was life threatening. Not to mention, since you had started dating Bucky, he would team up with Peter to get you to stop.
His hands fly up to cup your cheeks as he kisses you back, but he frowns and pulls away. “Stop that, doll. You can’t ju-”
You can feel yourself tense up. Your body goes on alert, but you’re too late. You swing down from your position, tense your body for a fight. You hear a man with a deep voice speak. “”Well, well, well….” His tone is excitable, and you know Bucky knows who he is by the way his breath changes, the way it quickens. You glance at him, and he’s trying to run to attack but he’s stuck because of the webs, and before you know it, you’re knocked out cold.
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It takes you a while to come to, and when you do, you can’t see. You’re tied up, on the floor. You can hear people walking around, but the steps are muffled.
You are alone.
You breath out, you feel tears on your face. You know where you are, your sense are overloading, and there’s no Bucky or Peter to save you anymore. It was your fault for telling Peter to stay home to study and for thinking you and Bucky were safe enough for you to mess around like that. You let out a breath a smidge too loud and they know you’re up. Two large men come and they grab you, removing your blindfold, but cover your mouth with it, and they end up dragging you out of the room. You leave kicking and screaming, tears running freely down your face.
There’s no way out. You know why they want you.
They want a new soldier.
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Silence.
You only hear your erratic heart and your breath.
Solitude.
The only people you see are the guards.
You’re not sure how long it’s been, but you know you’ve been trapped in there for a longer time than you thought you would. They try to wipe your memory every time you’re sent out for a mission. It works. The only things you ever remember are two names. Peter. Bucky. You don’t know who they are. Sometimes, if they let you sleep, you can remember figures and laying with one of them. You remember Holidays with one, but you don’t….
It’s not enough.
You crave more, you crave their love. You want to find them a–.
They find you and wipe your memory again. They tell you that you were repeating a name. They say they’ll strap you down and get rid of it.
(They do.)
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// BUCKY P.O.V. //
It’s been three weeks since he’s seen you last, located in London. Six months since they took you right from his arms. If he hadn’t been so stupid, you would still be there. Peter would still be a happy grad student with his little sister following him around. You’d be studying journalism, writing stories of the Avengers and Spider-Man and Spider-Girl for the Daily Bugle. You’d be lying in his bed, grinning at him, and locking the door with your webbing. But he fucked up, and he lost you, and it was his fault.
He promised himself he wouldn’t hurt people anymore, but he would break that promise to find you. They had moved you from different hidden locations over and over, so it was hard for them to keep track of you. The last time they saw you, he managed to get a glimpse at your face, where he knew you recognized him before you blanked, running away.
He would beat himself up for this for the rest of his life. He was furious that he had even let you out that night, nevermind himself, who was too incompetent around you to stop you from throwing out your web and distracting him.
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You rush out of the building, oddly calm. A wave of nausea would pass through you when you first started out as ‘The Web’. Or, that’s what they would tell you. (You snort at the name.) Whenever you acted out, they washed your brain of memories. ‘Must act out a lot,’ You think bitterly. As you’re turning the corner, you hear a sound that was far, far. ‘Perks of being a fucking freak.’ Your mouth twitches, barely, but it’s the only emotion you can show. Afterall, you can’t show much else.
Whoever’s following you is doing a decent job, infact, a very good job, but you’re better. You stop at a cafe, pulling down your baseball cap to blend in. You figure you’d try to lose them in the busy crowd in Sydney but they follow you in; you grit your teeth. You know they’re not from the building you just destroyed, they’re too young. Too inexperienced for the men that you just fought. You swipe your teeth against your lower lip and taste the cooper of the blood dripping down your chin.
You’re able to order a coffee, and, despite all of the dirty and strange looks you get, you make it out of there unseen by the person. As you round a corner, though, you know they’ve spotted you again. You slip behind a dumpster, counting out the person’s steps before you slide out and trip them, slamming a foot on the center of their back.
“Who are you, who sent you?!” You bark, anger pulsing through your body. The person tenses, then shoots out a web. A web. Like you can do, but theirs isn’t as precise. It’s clumsy, as if they are afraid of hurting you. Of slamming you against the wall, like they should.
You snort.
You slam your foot down, and they- no, he cries out. “Stop, stop, Jesus! You’re gonna crush my back!” He whines quietly, and you’re confused, because he sounds like he’s not much older than you- who sends a kid out on a mission to kill you?
You shake your head, and try to remember if he was mentioned in your mission reports, but to no avail, you can’t remember scrawny boys with things attached to their wrists. You’re about to cause more damage but you hear the heavy thud of footsteps behind you and you’re too late to turn, and then your world’s sporting black dots everywhere. You blast out a web helplessly, as if that’ll stop the drugs that you were injected with, and quicker than you’d hoped, everything is black and you’re drifting off into the unknown.
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Before you really awaken, awaken for the first time in months as yourself, not The Web, you hear voices. You can hear Tony’s fatherly voice, scolding somebody quietly. You hear Wanda’s sobs of relief, and you hear Peter. He’s the one Tony’s scolding, you assume. He’d been like a father to the two of you as you lived in the tower with the rest of the avengers, and you loved him like he truly was your dad. But all you wanted right now was to see Peter, to hug him. The events prior to you waking up come flooding back to you and your eyes snap open. You see a bruised and battered Peter, a sobbing Wanda, and Bucky leaning in the doorway to your hospital bed.
Your voice is dry, brittle, but you still call out to Peter first. “Pete?” You whisper hoarsely, and he’s booking it across the room, Tony and Bucky hot on his trial. He stares at you for a moment before he’s gripping you tightly, too tight, and then he’s gone. You can feel the wet marks on your shoulder from where his tears drip down, and you’re so full of relief that you didn’t hurt him too badly.
You ignore everybody else for him, until he shuffles everybody out except Bucky, who doesn’t look happy to see you. Which, you find, very odd.
“What’s wrong, Buck? Aw, shucks, are you sad that I was a better super soldier than you?” You crack a joke, to try to defuse the tension. His jaw tenses, and it’s silent for mere moments before he explodes. He slams his hand down on the end table next to you and you can hear a crack (In the table, or his fist, you don’t know.). You wince.
“What the fuck Y/N?! Do this think this is some kind of joke? Kid,” His eyes narrow as he stares at you. “You could have died. You shouldn’t have tried to distract me. Peter and I were worried sick about you- and, and you just try to joke about this!?”
You’re silent in response.
“You’re reckless, you could have gotten hurt even worse than what they did do to you. Wanda’s spent hours trying to reverse what they did!” He’s sitting down now, tired eyes staring warily at you. “Peter could have lost you.”
“I could have lost you.”
You sigh, and move over on the bed. You pat the spot next to you and wordlessly, he climbs up and curls into your side. You’re bruised there, so he’s gentle, but you wouldn’t care even if he had hurt you. “M’sorry…” You mumble, hands going to brush his hair.
“I love you.” He whispers softly. “Don’t do that again, promise, doll?”
“Promise.”
I’ll Be Anything You Ask and More // An Alex Summers Imagine
hi this is going to have more than one part it takes place in boston bc i can do what i want and don't know anything about any other country also i really love backstroke bye
When you first see Alex, it's on tv. You're 13, and he's 20. You see him doing backstroke, and it's beautiful. He's breathtaking, his arms gliding seamlessly into the water. He doesn't turn sideways, he stays straight, and his turns are so precise that you can't help but feel jealous because yours are sloppy. When he wins gold, you smile just as wide as he does. You're giddy. You feel like you won the medal.
And he inspires you to train harder. You train everyday, excluding Sunday's and Wednesday's. You swam for 3 hours a day, jogged, and stretched for what felt like forever. You ran and ran whenever you didn't have access to a pool, and always ate what you needed to to hit a certain calorie count.
You train yourself so hard that you rarely see your friends. Well, what you could consider friends. A girl named Ororo, nicknamed Storm for the breathtaking havoc she causes in the water. A boy named Peter, who you sometimes ran with, who was on his way to being a Olympic track star. The 3 of you were dead set on making it to Olympics, and it was obviously why you bonded. You trained together, mostly. Sometimes you would all have a sleepover in Peter’s basement, but that was rare. Pleasures in life, the things normal kids got to do?
You rarely did.
But it paid off, because you qualified for the next Olympic primaries. You placed third, and while first was your goal, you were so blessed to even have placed. You cried a little, to be honest. When you got out of the water, interviewers were everywhere, all asking you the same question:
“Who inspired you to swim?” And you feel your face getting hot, and you giggle quietly. “Uh, Alex Summers, actually. He's my idol.”
You qualify at the age of 17. Alex is 24.
At your first Olympics, you place third again. You don't mind, because at least you placed. You did get silver a couple of times in your other races, and you were satisfied with that. Nobody asked you questions about Alex, it was just about swimming, and you felt more at home in the water than you did back in your real home.
Of course, you're prouder because Peter takes home the gold for the US in every event he's in. Ororo gets gold too, and a couple of silvers, but you're like a proud mom. You can't help it when you first see them both, because you launch yourself into their arms and all three of you cry silently. These are your friends, and they are your second home, and you all finally made it.
Cameras flash and call you guys the X-Men, an untouchable group of friends. That doesn't reign true, because soon you let in Scott and Jean, two gymnasts who both have the wits to keep up with you. Still dubbed the X-Men, your small family gets bigger and bigger, and you don't seem to mind.
The next time you see him, you're at your second Olympics.
You managed to place first, by a mere second in the backstroke. You were so beyond pleased. During your interview, you couldn't contain yourself. It was your first gold, and you immediately blurt out, “Man, if Alex Summers didn't look so good in the water who knows if I would have ever been motivated to try to get this far.” And the women interviewing you laughs and laughs, but inside, you're horrified by what you let out.
She wraps up the interview quickly after that, giving you a small wink and a line telling you to ‘Go for it!’ with Alex. You play along, but you know he could have any other girl, a model, even, if he wanted. Not some dumb girl whose eyes constantly burned from chlorine.
When you leave the pool, leave the area itself, you wait until you're in your hotel pool to actually turn on your phone.
‘You need to learn to keep your pretty mouth shut.’
The first text you read from your phone, from Ororo. You know she's teasing you, but you still get defensive and send her a snapchat of you flipping her off, bubbles galore around your body. She sends a video back of her with Peter, who's laughing on the floor of his hotel room.
“Hurry up and come here. I want to watch my swim.”
You send them that text (including Scott & Jean) in your group chat, and you lock your phone, prepared to spend a night away from social media. Just you and your friends.
When you wake up the next morning, it's to Jean shaking you awake and shoving her phone in your face with a devilish smirk. You're blind, and it takes you a moment to focus on what the screen is showing. It's Alex Summers.
And he's tweeted at you on Twitter.
“@Y/T/H thanks for the compliment. you're not so bad looking yourself. good luck during your 800 tonight.”
hi bless maddies soul for being the literal best and posting this for me um idk when the next part will be out bc im trash but thanks for reading! i really like the Summer Olympics and tbh i might write more for this au if this one Kicks Off. k thanks bye i hope u liked this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ - william
Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any fanfic I’ve written, and stick that selection in my ask/fan mail. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what’s going on in the character’s heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you’d expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
i literally can’t sleep alone anymore so i’ve shown up at your door in my pyjamas, can we have one more nap together, please?
we promised to stay friends but we’re doing the same stuff we did when we were a couple and i don’t wanna point it out because i don’t want it to stop
listen i know i can’t just show up at your apartment at six in the morning but i need coffee and no one makes it like you do
we broke up after i left and moved away and months later i find out you rushed to the airport to stop me but you were too late
you keep calling me over to get rid of spiders from your apartment and i’m pretending i don’t know you’re not afraid of them at all because i miss you too
we keep showing up at all the same places separately because we’ve always had similar interests
cop!au i’ve been undercover for months/years and i know i told you not to wait for me but i’m still in love with you and it’s killing me
or, i fell in love with you while i was undercover and i know you’re mad at me for lying but i have to go back to my old life (and i want you to be in it)
i know we’ve been broken up for a while but i still have those concert tickets and you’re the only person i want to share this with
i found the ring when i was moving my stuff out of your apartment and now everything makes sense
are you?? sabotaging?? my dates?!?!?
i’ve seen you hanging around my apartment and i thought it was because you missed me, turns out you’ve been using my wifi you asshole
i know you can’t cook for shit so i’ve been bringing you dinner every night, just, y’know, to keep you alive
i kissed you goodbye by accident - old habits die hard okay?!?!
roadtrip au where we need to save gas money so we take a long, awkward, tension-filled car ride
instead of dividing up the CD’s, let’s play a drinking game to determine who gets what (it may or may not end in sex)
i was so sleep-deprived after the night shift that i climbed into bed with you (and you just rolled with it)
you’re my emergency contact and i’ve been in an accident so you drop everything to come to the hospital
soon to be divorced couple obnoxiously painting the walls wacky colours every time the other paints over it
you’re pretending we’re still together because my relatives will disprove of the break up so you’re being all sweet it’s reminding me of why i fell in love with you in the first place
we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realise i’m wearing your shirt
ummmm im really gay for alex also ill get to posting imagines again soon ive just been doing last minute ap work for school because im an idiot - Will
when he kisses you he always kisses you lightly, like he’s afraid to hurt you
after the war he kisses like he’s afraid you’re going to disappear, his hands cupping your face to know you’re real
he’s always got a hand on your thigh or your back. it makes him feel save, and sometimes when he feels cheeky he slides his hand down to your butt
or even up and down your thigh (alex has totally tried to get you hot and bothered around Charles) ((it works))
Charles has def grounded you two for ur thought ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
speaking of being cheeky, his favorite this is waking up to you in his shirt and just your panties
but only when he’s the only one to see
when Sean walks in and he sees you pouring coffee like that he’s all blushy and Alex walks in maybe 15 minutes later and he sees you and he’s angry and he pulls you down the hall and presses you against his door and kisses you roughly and he tells you that u can’t do that bc ur his baby girl hsjdjekskdk
when you’re just watching tv or something he sits next to you and lays his head in your lap and slowly nudges your hands to his hair
Alex really likes it when you play with his hair when it gets longer you’re able to braid it and massage it and his face turns a lovely shade of pink and he moans and if his head wasn’t in your lap your legs would so be crossed
during x-men:a he takes you to meet Scott and he’s so nervous that Scott won’t like you but when you meet him you and him immediately form a bond and right then Alex knows he wants to marry you
your eyes water and you shake your head and you say “as long as you’ll buy me more books in the future” and he knows that’s a yes and you hug him tightly and kiss
when he asks you, he has Scott come help him plan what he does and Scott is honestly so excited because you’re the “hot sister he never wanted but now that he has he’s so grateful” and Alex through a a pillow at him
when he asks you you guys are in the mansion and talking about how you met and he opens a door and your closest friends are there and they’re in a line and at the end of the line is Scott with a smirk and he’s holding a book, your favorite book, and the inside is carved with a ring and Alex is shuffling behind you “um, i know I ruined your book- I bought you another, but I’m hoping you’ll forgive me and marry me?” his crooked grin is plastered on his face and his cheeks are burning and he’s usually so hot but right now he feels cold he needs you to say yes
your eyes water and you shake your head and you say “as long as you’ll buy me more books in the future” and he knows that’s a yes and you hug him tightly and kiss
at your wedding he’s not nervous at all, in fact, he’s the happiest he’s ever been but you’re a mess because all you want is to see Alex and become Y/N Summers
you guys don’t write your own vows because you think that’s cheesy and Alex couldn’t agree more
when you kiss to get married, he leans in and says “I’ve waited for this since the day we met” and you SOB out of happiness
soon you start as a full time teacher at the mansion and you teach history and Alex teaches geology and your classes are right next to each other so you constantly prank each other
but one day you find out you’re pregnant so you decide to leave him a little baby toy in his office and he goes to get tests and since he’s an idiot who didn’t turn the lights on he sees a small creature in his chair and let’s out a blood curdling scream in a high pitched voice
(Charles is convinced it’s a student but you know and you fucking cackle)
ummmm im really gay for alex also ill get to posting imagines again soon ive just been doing last minute ap work for school because im an idiot - Will
when he kisses you he always kisses you lightly, like he’s afraid to hurt you
after the war he kisses like he’s afraid you’re going to disappear, his hands cupping your face to know you’re real
he’s always got a hand on your thigh or your back. it makes him feel save, and sometimes when he feels cheeky he slides his hand down to your butt
or even up and down your thigh (alex has totally tried to get you hot and bothered around Charles) ((it works))
Charles has def grounded you two for ur thought ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
speaking of being cheeky, his favorite this is waking up to you in his shirt and just your panties
but only when he’s the only one to see
when Sean walks in and he sees you pouring coffee like that he’s all blushy and Alex walks in maybe 15 minutes later and he sees you and he’s angry and he pulls you down the hall and presses you against his door and kisses you roughly and he tells you that u can’t do that bc ur his baby girl hsjdjekskdk
when you’re just watching tv or something he sits next to you and lays his head in your lap and slowly nudges your hands to his hair
Alex really likes it when you play with his hair when it gets longer you’re able to braid it and massage it and his face turns a lovely shade of pink and he moans and if his head wasn’t in your lap your legs would so be crossed
during x-men:a he takes you to meet Scott and he’s so nervous that Scott won’t like you but when you meet him you and him immediately form a bond and right then Alex knows he wants to marry you
your eyes water and you shake your head and you say “as long as you’ll buy me more books in the future” and he knows that’s a yes and you hug him tightly and kiss
when he asks you, he has Scott come help him plan what he does and Scott is honestly so excited because you’re the “hot sister he never wanted but now that he has he’s so grateful” and Alex through a a pillow at him
when he asks you you guys are in the mansion and talking about how you met and he opens a door and your closest friends are there and they’re in a line and at the end of the line is Scott with a smirk and he’s holding a book, your favorite book, and the inside is carved with a ring and Alex is shuffling behind you “um, i know I ruined your book- I bought you another, but I’m hoping you’ll forgive me and marry me?” his crooked grin is plastered on his face and his cheeks are burning and he’s usually so hot but right now he feels cold he needs you to say yes
your eyes water and you shake your head and you say “as long as you’ll buy me more books in the future” and he knows that’s a yes and you hug him tightly and kiss
at your wedding he’s not nervous at all, in fact, he’s the happiest he’s ever been but you’re a mess because all you want is to see Alex and become Y/N Summers
you guys don’t write your own vows because you think that’s cheesy and Alex couldn’t agree more
when you kiss to get married, he leans in and says “I’ve waited for this since the day we met” and you SOB out of happiness
soon you start as a full time teacher at the mansion and you teach history and Alex teaches geology and your classes are right next to each other so you constantly prank each other
but one day you find out you’re pregnant so you decide to leave him a little baby toy in his office and he goes to get tests and since he’s an idiot who didn’t turn the lights on he sees a small creature in his chair and let’s out a blood curdling scream in a high pitched voice
(Charles is convinced it’s a student but you know and you fucking cackle)
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