Spending Valentine's Day with....Logan, Wade, Poolverine, Kurt, Charles and Erik
Logan Howlett, Wade Wilson, Logan & Wade poly, Kurt Wagner, Charles Xavier, Erik Lensherr x GN!Reader
Summary: How Logan, Wade, Poolverine, Kurt, Charles and Erik spend Valentine's Day with you.
Warnings: mild swearing, cheesy adorableness, emotional repression (Erik and Logan...), fluff, sweet love
Word Count: 600
Logan -
He grumbles and groans when he starts seeing the decorations and merchandise in stores the day after new years. "It's all worthless crap just to squeeze a buck outta ya for the sake of love" You don't expect anything but as February 14th rolls around, you notice little things. Logan gets your coffee from that little cafe you like even though the prices are ridiculous. He makes - or gets Kurt to help him make - your favourite breakfast. The day is filled with small, quiet versions of "I love you" and you wouldn't have it any other way.
Wade -
Wade's all about it. He's buying the cheesy cards and filling your kitchen with flowers. That morning, you wake up to rustling outside your bedroom door and when you peek out, gun in hand, you see Wade smiling brightly. "Happy Valentine's Day, Sweet cheeks!" He's in a forest. Pink, red and white flowers all over him. He's a big fan of days in with you so he's picked out a heap of romcoms to watch. Some are, particular choices. LIke The Proposal, with that weird douchey guy who's honestly kinda ugly for a romantic lead. Wade's words. You gorge on the excessive amount of chocolate he got you and he starts thinking he's buzzed from all the cherry liqueur flavours. The day is ridiculous, cheesy, sweet and comfortable, just like Wade.
Poolverine -
Karaoke date. Hands down. Super cheesy and adorable. You and Wade are both awful and loud as hell and having the best time of your lives. He picks "Teenage Dream" and points between himself and you and Logan out in the crowd during "You. Make. Me. Feel like I'm livin' a, Teen. Age. Dream." And he has actions for his skin tight jeans. The two of you sing classic duets over and over and Weasel almost has to kick you out and hugely regrets letting you talk him into a Night of Love Songs. Then, when it's just the three of you left in the bar, Logan gets up. Wade's been trying to convince him to sing the entire night but he just grumbles, saying he's too old for that shit. But when he does sing, it's one of the most beautiful things you've heard. The song he picks is quiet and understated, not showy, just simple love. And it melts you and Wade right there on the spot.
Kurt -
He's confused for a moment when someone mentions Valentine's Day. He'd never celebrated it so he honestly forgot it existed. He's actually adorable about it, since he doesn't really remember what to do, he researches it. He reads about every little sweet thing partners do for each other and decides that this year, he'll be doing all of them. Just for you.
Charles -
You had better believe this man loves Valentine's Day. He's taking you everywhere you want to go, doing everything you want to do and he has a beautiful romantic dinner planned, along with a thoughtful gift. Something you mentioned you wanted forever ago. He remembered, for months. The night almost feels magical with how perfect it is.
Erik -
He is very bitter about the holiday as a whole. "Why would I express how much I love you on a random day in February?" but there's a sweetness beneath it. He doesn't like the commercial holiday but he does like having an excuse to dote on you. Erik isn't good at expressing his feelings so Valentine's Day is a good excuse to show you just how much you mean to him. Even if he bitches about it half the time.
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a/n: this entire fic was written while I listened to “sweet boy” by malcolm todd 👀👀 on repeat @all-monsters-are-human
peter maximoff x plus-size!reader
summary: peter cant sleep, your the only reason he can. it’s just a bestfriend thing — right?
warnings: mutual pining, body image issues, insecure reader, lots of cuddling, light teasing, touchy best friends who don’t know they’re in love yet.
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It’s 2:37 a.m. when your bedroom door creaks open.
you don’t look up from your book.
“if you’re here to steal my snacks again,” you mumble, “i hid the good ones.”
there’s a pause. then—
“wow. that’s hostile. i’m wounded.”
peter’s voice is quiet. not playful-quiet. just… lower than usual.
you glance over.
he’s leaning against the doorframe in gray sweats and a faded band tee, hair a mess like he ran here at full speed and only fixed half of it. he gives you a lopsided shrug.
“couldn’t sleep,” he says.
you snort softly. “shocker.”
he rolls his eyes but pushes off the frame and crosses the room—slowly.
he always moves slower around you. not in a dramatic way. just enough that you don’t feel like you’re being left behind.
he drops onto your bed with a quiet thump and immediately reaches for you like it’s muscle memory.
It kind of is.
you shift without looking at him, lifting your arm. he slides under it, curling against your side, one leg hooking over yours. his head settles against your stomach. he exhales.
his whole body goes loose.
you stare down at the ceiling.
“you good?” you ask quietly.
“mm.” he adjusts slightly, nose brushing your shirt. “yeah.”
his hand finds the fabric near your waist, fingers curling into it like he’s anchoring himself.
you pretend you don’t notice how natural it feels.
you set your book aside and start running your fingers through his hair. he sighs again—relieved. his knee presses between yours. his weight is solid and warm.
across the hall, you hear someone walk past your door. a beat of silence. then faintly:
“…every night?” kurt’s voice.
“yep,” raven replies flatly.
footsteps continue down the hall.
you ignore it.
peter doesn’t.
his shoulders tense for half a second, then relax when you scratch lightly at his scalp.
“they’re dramatic,” he mutters.
“you do break into my room at ungodly hours.”
he shifts so he can look up at you. his chin digs into your stomach a little and you stiffen instinctively before you can stop yourself.
he notices.
his brow furrows.
“did i—”
“no.” you shake your head quickly. “you’re fine.”
you drop your gaze.
he studies you for a second too long.
then, awkwardly, he props himself up on one elbow. “if you want me to go, i can. i mean. not go-go. just— floor? couch? window. i’ve slept on worse.”
you blink at him. window? what?
“peter.”
he looks almost defensive now. “i’m not, like, invading. if you’re uncomfortable, just say it. i’m not gonna explode or something.”
you hesitate.
because the truth isn’t that you’re uncomfortable with him.
It’s that you’re hyperaware of how much space you take up.
of his arm around you.
of how your body presses into his when he gets close.
you laugh softly, trying to brush it off. “you’re such a drama queen. get back down.”
he narrows his eyes slightly. suspicious. but he lowers himself again, this time more carefully. like he’s afraid to put too much weight on you.
that makes your chest twist.
“you don’t have to hover,” you murmur.
“I’m not hovering.”
“you are.”
“I’m being considerate.”
“you’re being weird.”
he huffs quietly but lets himself relax fully this time. his cheek settles against you again. his hand slides to your waist.
not light.
just there.
comfortable.
his thumb moves once against the fabric of your shirt, absentminded.
you swallow.
“you know,” you say lightly, staring at the ceiling, “most people don’t need a human body pillow to sleep.”
he’s quiet for a second.
“most people don’t have insomnia.”
you glance down at him.
his eyes are open now. Not joking. Just honest.
“I sleep better here,” he says, almost shrugging. “that’s not illegal.”
your heart does something annoying.
you force a small smile. “you’re clingy.”
“yeah.”
no denial.
he just says it.
your fingers resume moving through his hair. he closes his eyes again almost instantly.
you stare at the faint glow of streetlights through your curtains.
“peter?” you murmur after a minute.
“mm?”
“why me?”
his eyes open again, confused. “what?”
you hesitate, already regretting it. “like… you could’ve asked anyone. wanda. the couch. literally anyone.”
he shifts so he can see your face again, eyebrows pulling together like the question genuinely doesn’t compute.
“why would i ask wanda?”
you shrug. “i dunno.”
“she throws things when she’s asleep.”
you almost smile.
he watches you for another beat.
“yeah — powers and everything.”
you both laugh before it turns into a comfortable silence
“you’re warm.”
you blink.
he looks faintly embarrassed now, like he didn’t mean to say that out loud.
“and you don’t move,” he adds quickly. “and you— you, uh. you smell like that vanilla thing. it’s nice.”
your face heats.
“that’s the most awkward compliment i’ve ever gotten.”
he winces slightly. “yeah, well. didn’t mean it like—” He gestures vaguely, flustered. “y’know.”
you nod, pretending you do.
he settles back down again, this time pulling you a little closer without asking. like it’s instinct.
your hand stills for half a second.
he notices again.
“i’m not heavy,” he says quickly. “i mean. i am. obviously. gravity and all. but i can— i can hold myself up more if—”
“peter,” you cut in gently.
“you’re not heavy.”
his eyes search your face like he’s trying to solve a math problem.
you look away first.
after a moment, he exhales and lets himself relax completely. fully. trusting you to say something if it’s wrong. “m’kayyy..” he dragged out.
you resume playing with his hair.
within minutes, his breathing evens out.
fast.
like always.
you stay awake.
staring at the ceiling.
feeling the weight of him against you. feeling how easy it is for him.
how natural.
you wonder, not for the first time, what he’d do if he ever realized how much this isn’t just “best friend” behavior.
Summary: Rogue brings up a constant factor of your relationship that effects your bond, however things change when you reassure her you've found a way.
Warnings: mention of "making love", passionate kissing, neck and jaw kissing, and non sexual groping(???)
"[Name]-" Rogue says with a sadness in her voice. I sat up and faced her. She had tears trickling down her cheeks. "What's wrong?" I ask, not wanting to see the woman I love upset. "I wish I could touch you." She cried, taking my hands in her cloth-covered ones. "But you can..." I reassured her. "I can't make skin to skin contact with you." She followed. "I can't kiss you, I can't feel you, I can't make love to you-" "You can." I interrupt. "What do you mean?" She asks, finally understanding what I mean. "The Professor- he found out that with my powers, I can block your abilities." I reply with a smile. "WHEN DID YOU FIND THIS OUT?" She asks, clearly shocked. "Just last week... I've been trying to find out the best way to tell you, to make it the best I can." I reveal. "Oh, Sugar! You already know just me hearing that is enough!" She exclaims, pulling me into her arms.
I grab her jaw, steadying her face, I lean in for the first time for a passionate kiss. It felt like all the stars finally collided. I felt all those pent up feelings pour through our bodies like it was their destiny. Finally feeling the touch I so longingly craved.
"Woah..." Rogue whispers as we pull back for air. I giggle in response. She pulls me back in, this time for a passionate kiss, much more intense then the last. I began to feel my ears burn up as our tongues battle for dominance. I pull away to catch my breath, going towards her neck and passionately kissing her sweet spot. She sighs, her nails gently scratching my scalp. I pull away as she begins to kiss my jaw. She takes off her gloves, bringing her bare hands to touch my face, slowly moving her hands down to feel all of my body- my shoulders, my back, my breasts, my waist, my hips.
At last, I feel the electric shock through her soft skin caressing me.
At last, I finally feel the way our bodies, our souls, were meant to connect.
Prompt: "Hello there unlucky angel! I just read one of your X men works and wanted to make a request! Could I plz have an Alex Summers x Reader with the prompt - 88. “Did you just… finish?” (Also could you put it under the alex summers x reader tag plz?) TYSM!!!😍" - anon / “ if you still are writing for alex summers, could you do one using prompts: 88, 90, and 96 “- anon (90- “Get on your knees. Now.” 96- “Do you know how bad I want you?”)
A/N: Sorry this took so long, I know I say that a lot but life is busy. I figured combining these two requests would help speed things up a bit. I feel like my boy Alex should’ve gotten more screen time:( anyways hope you enjoy you horny bastards.
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Y/N and Alex had a weird relationship. One minute they’re flirting up a storm, the sexual tension is high and you’d think that they’re gonna fuck right then and there, and the next minute it’s so awkward you just want to gauge your eyes out. That’s how it had been between the two since they arrived at the school for mutants.
Y/N had never been afraid of Alex, unlike the rest of the new comers who thought his power was overly destructive, she never felt that way. His plasma beams were terrifying if you didn’t understand them, but Y/N understood them just fine. Her own mutant abilities included her being able to absorb radiation, whether chemical or something like Alex’s plasma beams, which made it easy for the two of them to start their friendship.
Alex had certain feelings for Y/N since the day they met, but never wanted to tell anyone or even her just incase she didn’t feel the same way or a rumor started and embarrassed both of them. He’d spend his days thinking about what it would be like if she were his, what dates he could plan for the two of them, what their first kiss would be like. Alex was head over heels for this girl but was too scared to say anything. The boy would watch her from his window as she sat outside in the courtyard with her friends, studying and laughing. He like to watch her laugh, the way she smiled. It made his heart warm and fuzzy.
Y/N was the same way, watching him outside with his brother or Hank, whether it was just him taking a leisurely walk or training, she was watching him. Obviously neither one of them knew that the other was watching, there were to oblivious to the fact that they both held feelings for one another. With as much tension that the two held between them, you’d think at least one of them would catch on eventually.
That was not the case though.
It wasn’t until one evening that Y/N had decided she wanted to spend some time to herself, read a book and chill in her room. The only catch was that the book she wanted to read was currently in Alex’s room since she had let him borrow it. Did he ever actually read it? No, it was just an excuse to see her.
Putting on her fuzzy slippers, Y/N slipped out of her room and walked the hallways till she reached Alex’s room. Since he wasn’t a student, but not entirely a teacher either, he had his own room on the same level as most of the older students. As Y/N went to knock on his door she heard strange noises coming from inside the room, it sounded like moaning maybe? She wasn’t quite sure, but if that’s what it was then she didn’t want to interrupt, that would be extremely awkward. Y/N was about to walk away, give her friend his privacy, but when she heard him moan her name? She stopped dead in her tracks and couldn’t help but listen. He must’ve just been finishing from the sounds of it, which is why when she tripped over own two feet and made so much noise had he ended up opening the door.
Alex stood there, covered in a small coat of sweat, breathing heavily with his hair stuck to his skin. Before Y/N even realized what she was saying, the words were already coming out of her mouth. “Did you just... finish?” Not only were her cheeks burning from that question coming out so quickly, but she felt hot all over with a racing heartbeat, it felt like she had just run a mile. Just as Y/N was about to walk away and end this awkward situation until she felt Alex’s hand grab her wrist and pull her into his room. It smelled of stale air and just slightly of cologne.
“How much did you hear?” He sounded out of breathe and a little worried.
Y/N gulped slowly as her brain rushed with an excuse to make it seem like she hadn’t just heard him moan her name as he was jerking off. “I- uhm, I heard enough.” She refused to look him in the eyes now, it was just too weird. They were best friends.
Best friends who both had feelings for the other but was too scared to admit it.
“You’re lying.” Alex had now backed her up against the door. When did he even close that? Y/N’s back pressed against the door, Alex looming a little too close for the situation at hand. He wanted her to admit that she had heard him, that she heard him say her name. “Do you know how bad I want you?” His lips felt like they were just centimeters away from hers, she could practically taste him already.
Y/N’s breathe hitched in her throat as she tried to make sense of what she just heard. She wasn’t hallucinating, was she? Alex really did just say that? Without another thought Y/N pushed herself off the door just enough to press her lips to his, finally connecting the two of them in a way that they had only dreamt of. Alex didn’t hesitate to pull her closer to him, his hands finding purchase on her lower back as he kissed her back. Their lips melded together, like they knew that’s where they were supposed to end up all along.
The kiss heated up quickly, their tongues dancing with the other as they explored the other’s mouth. Alex could taste her tea that she drinks at night, a bit of honey mixed in, while she could taste his cinnamon gum he had chewed on after dinner. It felt like forever before they had pulled away from each other, panting softly as they tried to compose themselves.
Alex couldn’t help but move uncomfortably as he held Y/N, his hard on pressing firmly against Y/N’s thigh through his jeans. “Get on your knees. Now.” She did so without any question, falling to her knees in front of him with big doe eyes looking back up at him. She watched as he roughly pulled his sweatpants down, his boxers following shortly after. Y/N’s mouth went dry as she took in the size of his length. He was long and veiny, with a good few inches for girth. Alex watched with lidded eyes as Y/N moved her hands to his length, a bit of hesitancy lingering in her thoughts.
“Can I touch it?” Y/N didn’t dare to look up at Alex, she felt like a virgin seeing a dick for the first time again. The boy chuckled above her and nodded. Slowly Y/N wrapped her hands around his cock, using both of them to create friction against his aching length. She watched as pre-cum began to build up at the tip, to which she moved the pads of her thumb over the tip and rubbed it across the slit. Alex sucked in a breathe at the sensation, every fiber of his body going rigid as he let her play with his dick. After a moment of teasing him she got the the good stuff, moving her head forward and sucking the tip into her mouth and then ever so slowly inching it down her throat.
Alex felt like he was going to bust just at that alone, the feeling of her soft lips, her warm tongue lapping at the underside of his cock? It was an experience he never wanted to end. Though he wanted to start bucking his hips at his own pace, her throat like a fuck toy, he knew he couldn’t do that to her... yet. Y/N looked up at him through her lashes, eyes big as her mouth and throat were now completely stuff with his cock. She watched as his eyebrows knitted together once she started moving her head up and down, her tongue running against the underside of his cock and then to the tip when she’d come back up. Alex couldn’t help but thread his hands through her hair and help guide her movements, though it seemed as if she knew exactly what to do to get him to fall apart.
“Fuck, Y/N.” Alex grunted with his head tipping back in pleasure. He could feel her grin against his crotch, ever so pleased with being able to make the boy above her fall apart so quickly. His hips began to move on their own accord, thrusting in unison to match with her head bobbing up and down. She liked where she was at, seated underneath him and turning him to putty in her hands. Once she realized he was holding back she moved one of her hands onto his, squeezing it as a sign of trying to tell him to use her like he was wanting to.
When Alex didn’t get the hint she took into her own hands and shoved his cock all the way down her throat, gagging slightly but not letting it stop her from holding him in place. That’s when he realized what she was saying without actually saying it. Finally letting himself go he thrusted rapidly into her mouth, his tip pushing past the back of her mouth every time. In no time he had her drooling and gurgling around his cock, face fucked with red cheeks and teary eyes. It was truly a magnificent sight, seeing the girl he had been dreaming about forever sitting prettily on her knees for him.
Y/N let him use her face, her stomach tightening knowing that he was getting off on this and so was she. Her pussy constricted against nothing, the occasional rub of her panties and sleepwear against her clit causing her to moan against Alex’s cock. She desperately needed friction, anything to relieve the building ache in her core. Reaching between her thighs she pressed two fingers against her clothed clit, rubbing in tight circles to feel that spark of tension finally released. The moan she had let out caused Alex to look down at where her hand was at, the sight causing him to cum in her mouth without any warning. Y/N gagged at first, a bit surprised but then let the salty fluid fall onto her tongue.
When Alex was done cumming down her throat he pulled out of her mouth and watched as she stuck her tongue out to show it to him, then pull the muscle back into her mouth swallow it, then show him her now empty mouth. Alex was hard again in no time, rushing to pull Y/N to her feet and ripping her sleepwear off of her. It didn’t take long for them both to be completely bare in front of each other, their bodies hot and covered in a thin layer of sweat.
“Need to be in you, gonna fuck you so dumb you can’t even remember your own name.” Alex watched her legs rub together at his words, smirking to himself knowing that she need to feel him against her in any way possible. Without having to be instructed Y/N went and laid on the bed, sprawling herself in the sexiest way possible. If Alex wasn’t riled up already, he sure was now. “Think you need to be prepped a bit first, don’t want you hurting.”
Alex moved between her legs, spreading them impossibly wide to get a look at the pussy presented to him. She was glistening, her slick nearly dripping down her hold and to the sheets. Alex rubbed her clit first, creating some stimulation before he inserted his pointer finger to get her started.
The initial feeling of him touching her in her most private area had her eyes closing tightly, her hole clenching aimlessly. The feeling of his finger being inserted into her was already making her head fuzzy, her body accepting the intrusion quickly. Alex started with slow thrusts of his finger, making sure he felt every inch of her velvety walls. After a a minute or so of getting her used to one finger he added a second finger, watching her closely to make sure she wasn’t in any pain.
Y/N moaned a bit too loudly, instantly silencing herself by biting the inside of her cheek. Alex looked up to see her struggling to keep herself quiet. “So loud already, wonder what you’ll sound like with my cock in you.” Everything Alex was saying was making Y/N wetter by the second, surely dripping onto his sheets by now. Alex moved his fingers skillfully, scissoring them to stretch her opening as much as possible.
“Alex please,” Y/N whimpered, “I can take it.” Could she really? She was about to find out. The blonde looked up at her, eyebrows raised at her.
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or feel any pain.” Y/N let out a quick squeak of a ‘yes’ before she began to frantically nod her head. Alex chuckled before reaching into his side table drawers and scavenging for a condom. Once his fingertips brushed the plastic packaging he pulled it out and began to open it. Y/N waited patiently, though she was ready to pounce on him at any second from the anticipation, she didn’t want to ruin the moment.
Alex moved himself back between her legs, being sure to run his hands up her thighs just to tease her more than he already was. She let out a whine of protest when he caressed her skin, her hips moving forwards as she tried to find any sort of friction or relief.
“Let me know if you feel any pain, okay?” Alex was slowly stroking himself as he nudged the tip against her opening, her juices instantly soaking the condom as he began to push into her. The gasp they both let out as they felt one another for the first time was a feeling neither of them wanted to end. Alex pushed more of himself into Y/N’s cunt, watching as she swallowed all of him up so easily. His eyes shut for a moment as he tried to calm his breathing, feeling as if he would bust the second he started to move.
Letting out a shaky breathe he began to slowly move his hips, creating a steady pace to start out with. His hands were grasping Y/N’s hips, using them as leverage to thrust himself into her.
“Can- can you go faster?” Y/N gasped, her mouth hanging in a small ‘o’ shape as he body already began to shake. “Please, want you to go faster.” She looked up at the blonde with her pupils blown wide. The sight made his heart skip a beat, but his brain had no problem with working faster than he could comprehend. His fingertips dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he began to pound himself into her faster.
Y/N couldn’t stop herself from letting out such a loud moan, her hands going down and grasping Alex’s wrists in pleasure. The faster pace had caused him to bury himself even deeper into her, hitting places inside her she didn’t know someone could touch. Alex grunted as he watched how blissed out the girl beneath him was. He was still in a bit of shock that he was fucking the girl he’s loved for so long now, it was like a dream and never wanted to wake up from it.
Alex moved himself a bit, getting closer to Y/N as he pushed her knees to her chest and practically folded her in half. His cock was nestled deep inside her, still and throbbing against her velvety walls. “You feel so good,” Alex panted as he leaned down to kiss Y/N, their skin sticking together as they molded together. “Just wanna stay inside you forever,” He grunted as he began his brutal pace again, now putting more weight down on her body as he continuously slammed his hips against her ass cheeks.
Y/N’s hands went from his wrists then up his arms, groping his biceps before they fell to her knees as she held her hands on top of his. Alex managed to intertwine his fingers with hers, holding her hands tightly as he moved in and out of her clenching walls. He felt so deep inside her she swore she was just going to be ripped in half by him. Not only was his cock brushing against that spongey spot inside her, but the sheer weight of him pressing on top of her body made her melt into the bed.
Alex’s thrusts grew in speed as the two mutants began to reach their climaxes, their bodies covered in sweat with small beads falling onto the bedding and soaking the sheets in more ways than one. He watched the way Y/N’s face scrunched up with each thrust of his hips, the tip of his cock pushing itself against her cervix in the most painfully delicious way possible.
“Alex,” Y/N whined, her nails digging into the flesh of his hand, “I think I’m gonna cum,” Her little whines and gasps spurred Alex on, though he felt like he was about to cum as well, he wanted her to cum first.
As if it were even possible, Alex pushed himself so incredibly deep into Y/N’s soaking pussy, his balls nestled nicely against her ass cheeks. The feeling of him so deep inside of her and twitching with every movement was the final straw for Y/N. She came undone on his dick, her hips jerking slightly as she clawed at his hands. It didn’t take too long before Alex was cumming into the condom, the feeling of Y/N’s walls clenching so tightly around his cock had him nearing his end as well.
Alex leaned down, wrapping Y/N’s legs around his torso as he pressed his body against hers. HIs forehead stuck to her skin, his hair a mess as it clung to him. The pair breathed heavily, relishing in the final moments of their ecstasy. He placed a soft kiss against her lips before he pulled himself away, gently easing his cock out of her abused cunt and discarding the condom into the trash bin.
“That was unexpected.” Y/N finally said once the cloudiness had left her brain and Alex was laid next to her. He chuckled at her but nodded. “It was really good though, like really good.” Y/N chuckled to herself as Alex rolled his eyes playfully at her not so over exaggeration.
Alex pulled the girl against his side, tucking her head under his chin softly. “I hope you know I don’t want this to be a one time thing, I want to take you out on a proper date and treat you the way you deserve to be treated.” Alex was starting to nervously ramble, so to ease his nerves Y/N kissed him softly. Luckily, it shut him up.
“I’d love to go on a date later on, but right now I just wanna cuddle.” She snuggled back into his side, her hands laying against his chest. Alex smiled to himself, his arms falling around her body as he held her.
「︎ avengers x mutant!reader, x-men x mutant!reader 」︎
marvel & x-men crossover
❝︎ part one, part two ❞︎
↪︎ summary: being a new recruit, the avengers didn’t care for you nor did they trust you. after being suspended for an indefinite amount of time, you decided to go back to your home. your real home.
↪︎ warnings: mentions of abandonment and of trauma, mean avengers.
↪︎ type: series - not fluff not angst
↪︎ w/c: 1.3k words.
author’s note: ik theyre basically the same universe but i’m treating this as a crossover you can’t tell me otherwise
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you sat on the couch, reading your copy of the song of achilles with a cup of coffee in your other hand. just as you were about to sip it, sam swooped in and took the cup from your hands. “thank you.”
you sighed, not fazed anymore. you were used to them treating you like that. they didn’t necessarily not care for you but they protect you on missions just to not get told off by fury. the director was the one who recruited you in and he was the only one you got along with. he was the one who convinced you that you would get along with everyone. he was wrong.
you got along with no one, everyone thinking that you were just recruited for your powers and not your experiences, whatever that meant. being born a mutant meant you already had your powers. no experiments were done on you your parents just made love one day then boom you were here. at least, that’s what you made them believe.
the others thought you were born to a perfect family who you’re still in touch with. wrong again.
when you were born, your parents cherished you and loved you. they bought you toys and your presents were always extravagant. until you started showing signs of mutation. your parents walked into your room while you were dancing to queen, the objects in your room floating around you. they promptly kicked you out of the house right then and there, not even letting you gather your belongings. the only things you managed to get while they were screaming at you was your mp3, your book, and your jacket.
thing is, you were 7 years old. but the avengers made you feel like your trauma was invalid compared to theirs. it hurt like a bitch but who cares?
you continued to read your book, adjusting on the couch while you fidgeted with your ring. your ring meant a lot to you, given to you by a loved one. engraved on the inside was your name and on the outside, the earth surrounded by vines, trees, and plants, symbolizing your powers.
your eyes were still on the pages in front of you but you were no longer reading them, instead going further into your thoughts as you continued to play with the ring on your finger.
“hey y/n!” even in your trance, that voice made you smile. you looked up from your book and saw peter smiling at you.
“hey pete,” you smiled at him, seeing his bag on the floor next to the coffee table. “didn’t see you there.”
“bet it’s because you were so into that book.” he teased and you chuckled, patting the seat beside you.
“how was school, spidey?”
“it was good. i had a test today and i think i’ll pass it!”
“you sure?”
“definitely! you helped me study, remember? if anything involves history, i know i can count on you!” that sentence made you laugh. “thanks for helping me, by the way.”
“of course.” okay fine. fury wasn’t the only one who you got along with. fury and peter were the only ones who knew most about your backstory. peter felt for you, learning that you have powers at a young age was rough, especially if you didn’t know about them in the first place. he felt bad for you too. when you found out you had powers, your parents kicked you out but when aunt may found out about his powers, she always made sure that he was safe before, during, and after his patrol.
“not trying to steal my child away from me, are you y/l/n?” tony approached you, crossing his arms as if to intimidate you. you shut your book, standing up to full height. you were a few inches taller than man so that didn’t make it harder to stare him down.
“listen, if you aren’t gonna help your child with his homework or his tests, then maybe someone should take your place,” you simply said, smirking at him when he shot you a dirty look. you nodded at peter, signaling your goodbye and retreated to you room after grabbing a small snack.
you sat on your desk chair, putting your book on the table and adjusting your ring. your eyes caught something on your desk. removing your ring and your necklace, you placed them on their holders and you prepared to take a bath.
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“i told you it wasn’t my fault!” you argued for the last time. “romanoff was the one who set off the bomb. i was all the way in the north wing.”
you all went to a mission two days ago. you did what you were supposed to do which was to shut down the generator of the base but someone set off the bomb and everyone was blaming it on you. every time something bad happened, it was your fault and you were used to it but you weren’t going to give up on your argument.
the russian spat insults toward you and you spoke some back at her until steve got tired and slammed the table. “that’s it! y/n you are suspended indefinitely!”
“me?! but i didn’t do sh-” “end of discussion.” you had enough, storming out of the room and making a beeline for your own room. you slid the suitcase from under your bed and opened it. you walked over to your closet and threw it open, grabbing any piece of clothing you could find and stuffing it in your case.
while you were packing your stuff, wearing your ring and your necklace, you texted an old friend of yours.
hey.
hey, what’s up?
i need you to come pick me up.
that bad, huh?
super. they just suspended me.
what?! is that even allowed?
i don’t know nor do I fucking care. please just pick me up.
omw
you tugged your suitcase along with you, not even bothering to be quiet as you punched a button on the elevator and the doors closed in front of you. you tapped your foot, looking at your watch. you finally reached the ground floor. as you stepped out of the elevator, happy was waiting in the lounge downstairs.
“y/n! tony told me to escort you back upstairs.” he immediately said as soon as you neared him.
“you are not taking me back upstairs, happy.”
his lips formed a thin line, smiling at you apologetically. “i’m afraid you have only one choice here: do you want me to do this the easy way or the hard way?” you rolled your eyes and tried to walk past him but he lunged at you.
before he could grab you, you lifted your hand, flexing your fingers. vines sprouted around him and encircled him, the plants not letting him anywhere near you. you turned around to look at him, your lips quirked in a small smirk. you closed your fist.
the vines wrapped around him and pushed him to the ground but you made sure that he wasn’t hurt, just restrained. happy was nice enough to you and if it had been the others…you weren’t sure what to do with them. you bent down enough for him to hear you. “sorry happy, i don’t think i would wanna see them when i wake up tomorrow.”
you grabbed the handle of your suitcase and walked out the door, seeing your friend waiting for your there. he waved at you and you smiled, throwing your luggage in the trunk and opening the door to sit next to him in the passenger seat.
“hey y/n/n,” he greeted you, waiting until you put your seatbelt in. “hey alex,” you greeted as the seatbelt clicked into place. when he heard the click and made sure you were comfortable, he stepped on the gas and the two of you sped through the night.
after somewhere over thirty minutes, you smiled as you arrived at your destination. xavier’s school for gifted youngsters. after six months, you were finally home again.
* Since he didn’t know his own father growing up he would do everything he could to be there for his family as much as possible. Which is exactly why—
* He would be such a devoted stay at home dad if given half a chance.
* He gets like really good at doing their hair
* He also lets them do whatever they want to him.
* Paint his nails, put on makeup, stick stickers on him, put barrettes, clips, and flowers in his hair. You name it.
* He also fully doesn’t care, and will go out in public with a butterfly clip in his hair, a cat sticker on his cheek, his nails painting, and a 5 year old on his hip ready to fight god.
* Speaking of fighting
* This man would never ever raise his voice when talking to your child.
* When they throw a tantrum he calmly talks them through it
* Because it’s infinitely more important for him to understand why his kid is so distressed than to get them to ‘just shut up’
* Don’t let this man help your kid with their homework though. He will just teach them how to cheat.
* An absolute connoisseur of dad jokes
* He sees it as his god given mission to show them all the music
* He’s also fascinated by the fact that this brand new person already has their own little personality.
* He’d give you, and anyone who’d listen regular updates like a tween gossip mag on how cool his kid is.
* “Babe their tastes are evolving they like Pink Floyd now!”
* I also have an image of god father!Kurt, and Peter learning all the words to their favorite songs so they can sing to them
* Everyone just kinda looks the other way when the blue mutant, and silver haired 20 something start singing Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da by The Beatles to a giggling toddler
* Well, most everyone. At some point Scott became their unofficial hype man
* Since Peter is so enthusiastic about his kid being their authentic self the following goes without saying but-
* If your kid is AFAB and likes masculine things, or AMAB and likes feminine things he’d think it was nothing but cool, and encourage them
* If they came out to him as trans, enby, gay, bi, pan, or ace he’d support them to the ends of the earth.
* “I’m gay-” “Hi gay, I’m dad”
* He’s also the kind of parent that gives his kids real (sort of age appropriate) answers when they ask questions. Instead of making something up, or saying ‘I’ll tell you when you’re older’, or ‘because I said so’
So basically, Peter Maximoff would be an absolutely amazing dad, and there’s no two ways about it.
Pairing : Peter Maximoff x Gender Neutral no description reader !
Warning(s) : Angst ? Not really, fluff, swearing, bug as a pet name , I think that’s about it
Word count : 659
Your day fucking sucked, to say the least. You woke up late, meaning you were late to your first class AND you didn’t get to eat before you left. You barely got any sleep last night because you stayed up trying to finish a stupid essay, on top of all the other work that class gave you. And the icing on the cake, you saw your toxic ex-friend, which made a shit load of memories resurface. Some good, most bad.
Peter, being your boyfriend and having known you so long, didn’t pick up your irritation. He can be quite oblivious. It took Raven pointing out how absolutely pissed you looked for him to realize, and once he did, he felt horrible for not having realized earlier, and he made it his own personal mission to make you feel better.
So of course when you lazily trotted into his room at the end of the day and face-planted into the bed, he immediately reacted, leaving his seat to sit next to you. You flinched at the feeling of his hand rubbing circles on your back, not having expected him to touch you. You lifted your head slightly only to lay back comfortable when you saw the familiar face and silver head of hair you’ve grown to love so much.
“Hey, bug. Bad day?“ He smiled softly at you to hide his concern. Rather than lifted your head from your pillow and talking to him, you stayed put and nodded your head, saying yes. It, of course, came out muffled to the speedster.
"Do you want to talk about it ?" He asked. He was running out of things to say. He wasn't the best with feelings, especially other people's. When you shook your head again, he thought for a second before asking:
"Is there anything I can do to help ?" He stopped his circles suddenly stopped when you shook your head no once more. Now that, he knew for a fact was a lie. If there was anything he was good at, it was making you feel better. He knew there was something he could do.
Just then, he hatched a brilliant idea. Foolproof, even. "I'll be back." He quickly sped away before you could protest, making you groan into the pillow. Him being here would've helped a tad.
Then, just as fast as he left, he was back. The only evidence of his return is the audible woosh noise and the gust of wind. You didn't bother looking up, not until you heard his voice.
"Well, are you going to look or not?"
You lifted yourself by your elbows, turning to look at him. The sight immediately relieving any trace of irritation from your day. He stood, his arms filled with all sorts of candy and junk food the both of you love that he no doubt stole.
A crooked smile was plastered on his face, his silver head of hair was a mess from the run, and his large goggles rested on his head. He looked stupidly cute.
The sight alone was enough to make a grumpy old person smile. He looked ridiculous in the best way possible. You got off the bed, pulling him into a hug. "I love you so much, Pete."
You heard some of the sweets hit the floor, but you couldn't care less right now. You have the best boyfriend ever, without a doubt. When you pulled away, he was smirking softly. You tilted your head to the right, signaling how confused you were.
"I knew I could make you feel better. I was right." You smiled at his smug tone, grabbing the back of his head and gently pulling him into a kiss.
More sweets sounded as they hit the floor, and you laughed softly into the kiss. The two of you stayed like that, neither of you able to get enough of each other. Peter mumbled into the kiss. "I love you too, bug."
