Hey um sorry, I’m not sure if you take request but if you do..
Could you write Scott summers X cat/feline hybrid reader 🙏🏾
Scott Summers x F!Reader (Early 20’s)
You pursed your lips, chewing the inside of your cheek as your gaze softened, the kitchen stove blurring into the background as you lost yourself in thought. The cool tile seeped softly into the skin of your elbows, tail flicking languidly between your legs. The world seemed to blur into the background, the ever present chaos of the mansion dulling into soothing white noise as you sifted through today’s lesson. Your calves still ached, muscles strained from the rather intense sparring session you’d just endured. P.E, if you would.
“Tired?”
Your head turned at the sound, eyes still unfocused as you hummed in response. When you finally did let your gaze slide to the person filling the doorframe, your lips pulled into a smile. “Scott!” You exclaimed, head tilting. You felt the way your chest warmed at the sight of the tall brunette, and the way his broad shoulders took up the entirety of the doorway, brown hair tousled as he smiled warmly at you. You leaned forward to let your chin rest on the meat of your palm, careful to keep your eyes on Scott’s ruby clad ones, though they nearly ventured across the broad expanse of his chest. He looked effortlessly gorgeous, the way he always did: a loose t-shirt that hugged his shoulders and biceps just right, faded blue jeans that were snug on his well muscled thighs, and black converse. So simple and yet so…Scott.
“A little,” You tittered, ears pressing forward through the tresses of your hair. You didn’t miss the way Scott’s gaze flicked up to them, or the way that he swallowed after. “It was a good class.”
He watched you for a few moments before he smiled, pushing off of the doorframe and moving towards your place at the kitchen island. He settled against it, hip pressing into the counter before he was crossing his thick arms again, smiling. His voice was low when he spoke, “it was.”
You couldn’t help the way your cheeks warmed, even if it was barely noticeable to Scott, or the way your tail flicked nervously behind you.
Scott shifted, straightening ever so slightly, his head tilting to the side as he regarded you with that all knowing ‘I can do anything’ Scott Summers look. You frowned quizzically up at him when he began to raise his hand.
“May I-” He started, and you frowned, swallowing thickly as his hand moved towards you. You only realized when it was far too late.
Scott’s rough palm smoothed across the top of your head and with a thrumming heart and a sharp breath, you watched with widened eyes as the rough pads of his fingers slid over your sensitive ears.
Oh.
You didn’t mean to melt into it the way that you did but good lord-something about Scott had always been so…comforting, so overwhelming in the best way and now he was towering over you and petting you and-
Normally, you’d have swatted anyone else away by now, snapped at them about boundaries and how you weren’t a pet, but now? With Scott?
You hummed, eyes slowly falling shut, but not before you caught sight of the way Scott’s mouth had tugged into a smirk. A warmth bloomed beneath the confines of your ribs, spreading low into your stomach.
“Feel nice?”
The low rumble of Scott’s voice had your insides churning, nervous excitement pulling at the threads of your barely contained crush on your teammate. You nodded, careful not to disrupt Scott’s gentle ministrations.
“Good.”
Scott’s voice was soft and low as he spoke, and you didn’t miss the way your thighs tightened. You blinked, gaze bleary, before forcing yourself to meet Scott’s. It was cruel, maybe, but you couldn’t help yourself.
A low, soft purr escaped you, a sound so rarely heard from you in public spaces, but now here, in this kitchen, it was on full display. Scott’s brows lifted, his lips parting as his gaze locked onto yours.
“It’s very nice,” Your voice was low, sultry, barely perceptible past the low rumble coming from your throat.
Scott’s fingers froze for only half a second but you caught it. Oh, so you made him nervous too.
“R-right,” He finally breathed, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as you pushed your head further into his hand. Scott had obviously become nervous, his posture far less confident and relaxed than it had been before and you revelled in it. The Scott Summers was nervous and it was because of you.
“W-well-” Scott shifted, thumb smoothing over the tip of your ear one last time before he withdrew his hand, obviously nervous as he shifted on his feet. It was difficult to still the smile that threatened to split your features, pride making you giddy. “I’m glad I was able to help.”
You watched him for a moment before you giggled. “Oh Scott-” You leaned forward, pushing yourself up onto your toes so you could press your lips against the underside of his jaw. “You’re always so sweet to me.”
You turned before you could see his reaction, hips swaying as you exited the kitchen, a pleased smirk adoring your catlike features. You could hear Scott’s heart hammering in his chest behind you, and you didn’t miss the way his pants had tightened as you’d turned to leave.
You rendezvous with Logan after Christmas at the X Mansion to cuddle and talk about the day's events
Word Count: 940
Warnings: Fluff, Smooches
Your bare feet treaded lightly as you descended the stairs, your hands running over the lengthy garland that was wrapped around the railing. Soft yellow lights lit your path like pixies twinkling in the night.
During the daylight hours, the halls were bustling with excited students playing with their toys. The very air buzzed with energy as swarms of little faces passed you.
Those faces… Those smiles… They had become home.
It wasn’t just the familiarity of your surroundings- knowing each room and how to get there. It was the fact that these walls protected the ones you’d come to love. Made them comfortable. Provided security for them. Helped to create a space for them to reach for their full potential.
The evening hours were a stark contrast to the holiday excitement. Quiet. Tranquil.
Most everyone that dwelled and learned there were fast asleep- tired out from the day’s activities, and yet, hopeful and anticipating what the next day would bring.
It was in that quiet time that you had the house to yourself in a way. Of course, there were times when you’d encounter another soul who couldn’t sleep or was simply enjoying the peace just as you were. With the traumas and tragic histories that those who attended the academy tended to have, it wasn’t unheard of. But it seemed tonight, everyone under that roof found themselves enjoying peaceful slumber.
You paused at the bottom of the stairs once you’d made your descent, peering around.
Well, almost everyone. There was one you expected to be awake yet.
You reached one of the common rooms, feeling your heart skip a beat when you saw him sprawled out rather comfortably on the couch as he waited for your approach, his head resting on a throw pillow as he gazed at the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree.
Logan’s exceptional hearing alerted him of your presence and he turned, eyebrows raised, to greet you.
“Hi,” you whispered, crossing the room as quickly as you could without your footsteps making noise. He lifted his arms invitingly, allowing you to drape yourself against his side on the couch.
“Hey,” he murmured against your hair. “What took you so long?”
“It was five minutes,” you countered playfully.
“Yeah, well, it felt like five years.” His arms encircled you, giving you a squeeze that pressed you tighter against him. You shut your eyes and drank in the steady thump-thump of Logan’s heart and the way his chest rose and fell with each deep, tired breath he took. That and his scent- a sort of teakwood mingled with notes of a warm musk- was a deadly combination that might have you falling asleep within the next ten or so minutes. Especially after the busy last few days you’d had.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked, noticing how quiet you were.
“Do you think the kids had a good Christmas?” you asked. So much had gone into preparation. You’d been so busy with wrapping gifts, making preparations for the holiday meals, and organizing activities for the students that the quiet was almost unsettling. While you’d been so thrilled with your work, your mind now seemed keen on reflecting on your efforts and nitpicking every little detail that you previously hadn’t had an opportunity to address.
“You kiddin’ me?” Logan asked in disbelief. “Everyone had a blast. Students and staff included.”
“Really?” You shifted to glance up at him. His brows furrowed in confusion as he tilted his head down.
“Yeah. Why would you think otherwise?”
“Nothing major. I just noticed some of the gift wrapping wasn’t the best. The potatoes at dinner were kind of dry…” You counted the items on your fingers as you listed them aloud. Logan took hold of your hand before you could count any more, entwining his fingers with yours.
“Woah, woah, there.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, murmuring in that low voice of his, “I must’ve seen hundreds of smiles today. Too many to count. You were a big part of making that happen.”
Your heart fluttered, and he continued.
“Now, some of these things you’re talking about, I don’t think that’s the case. At least, I didn’t notice. The potatoes were good. All the gifts were wrapped with care. Not to mention shredded open before anyone could hold them under a magnifying glass and check.”
That made you chuckle, and Logan moved to kiss your cheek. “You’re right.” Breathing a sigh of relief, you let go of the doubts that had attempted to plague you in the aftermath of your victory. “Thank you, Logan.”
He gazed down at you again, his dark eyes set aglow by the soft lights. “You did good. Let yourself enjoy it.”
You leaned up to press your lips against his, and Logan in turn cupped your cheek as he deepened the kiss. What tension had begun to set in your muscles melted away, and you relaxed fully in his arms. Letting your head rest against his flannel shirt, you huffed in amusement.
“I’m in danger now,” you whispered.
“Hm?”
“With nothing to worry about, I am inclined to fall asleep.”
“Then sleep.” His hand began to rub up and down your back soothingly, tempting you further. “Winter break is still on tomorrow.”
Classes wouldn’t start up again until after New Year’s day, so you’d have time to recuperate.
You sighed deeply at the realization, letting your eyes flutter closed. “Alright, then. I’m convinced.” Craning your neck to sneak in one last kiss on his lips, you whispered, “merry Christmas.”
There was definitely a smile in his voice when he murmured back, “merry Christmas.”
the k-12 experience
🍊 ,, featuring lowiron!reader's path through the school.
The people are only now starting to realize the way the cake is getting spoiled, sweetness rotting. only seeing the dramatic rise after the downfall that nobody noticed <33
⌢⠀ ★ .ᐟ
C H A P T E R S :
⌢❛ wheels on the bus
ft. logan howlett ╯
" don't be a dick
and babysit "
⌢❛ class fight
ft. john allerdyce(pyro) + kitty pryde ╯
" for the throath,
go for the throath "
⌢❛ the principal
ft. scott summers ╯
" shooting at the angels while
claiming you're the good guy "
⌢❛ show and tell
ft. charles xavier / magneto ╯
" I'm on display for all
you fuckers to see "
⌢❛ nurse's office
ft. jean grey + logan howlett ╯
" just let me go into the nurse's office,
I'm pale as that loose-leaf paper "
⌢❛ drama club
ft. hank mccoy ╯
" you overanalyze every
every word I say "
⌢❛ strawberry shortcake
ft. ororo munroe + jean grey ╯
" feeling unsure of my naked body.
stand back, watch it taking shape "
⌢❛ lunchbox friends
ft. anne marie + kitty pryde ╯
" come to my(e), friendship
that will last forever "
⌢❛ orange juice
ft. logan howlett ╯
" ordering oranges off the menu,
the way you look is not an issue "
⌢❛ detention
ft. hank mccoy ╯
" please don't be mad if I
don't smile back, alright? "
⌢❛ teacher's pet
ft. logan howlett ╯
" do you regret? the things we
shared and I'll never forget "
⌢❛ high school sweethearts
ft. kitty pryde ╯
" could you hold me through the night?
put your lips all over my mine "
⌢❛ reccess
ft. ororo munroe ╯
" too naive to even care 'bout the words
she whispered while she brushed out my hair "
Plot: It's hard having feelings for someone you fear is not over their ex. It's even harder when you get the courage to tell them, only to see them giving flowers to someone else.
Pairing: Scott Summers x Gn!Reader
*Reader referenced to have invisibility
Prompt: 'Thinking your crush asked someone else to be their Valentine, but then they ask you.' <didn't use this exactly, but more or less
Requested By: Anonymous
Warnings: Misunderstandings, a little angsty, talk of unrequited love. But I promise it has a good ending!
Words: 2.1k
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You let out a sigh as you stared at the small box on your bed. Was it too much? Was it too little? Is it too cheesy? Would he want them at all? What will he say when you give them to him?
Letting out a frustrated sigh, you grabbed the box and stared down at it for a second. You needed to do this. You had been agonizing over it for weeks, months even.
Fighting the urge to never confess to Scott how you felt about him. It burned you alive from the inside out. You needed to know if there was ever going to be a chance for the two of you to be more than friends. Because what you wanted more than anything, was to be with him.
There were a few moments when it almost came up naturally, but you backed out lat second, terrified he would reject you.
So when Valentines Day approached you thought you could use a gift as an excuse. Use it to confess how you felt. And if it seemed like he didn't reciprocate, tell him it's just a gift to a friend, and the fact that it was Valentines Day, is just a coincidence.
Your chest tightened at the thought. Even if he wouldn't believe that, you needed to know, even if it would break your heart.
Finally gaining some courage, you left your room and headed towards Scott's. You hoped he would be there rather than somewhere else in the school. You didn't feel like marching around the school with a gift in your hands, there are too many prying eyes. Though, you could always make yourself be unseen.
As you got closer to his room, your legs seemed to get heavier and heavier as your steps slowed and your chest tightened. You felt like you couldn't breath.
Hearing Scott's voice, your ears perked up as your heart seemed to flutter. Was he with someone? Should you come back later?
Your curiosity dragged you closer, and you felt your stomach twist when you heard Jean's voice.
"They're beautiful Scott."
Unable to resist, you made yourself invisible before quickly peaking into the open doorway. You looked only for a second, even knowing he wouldn't see you.
Seeing a bouquet of beautiful flowers in Scott's hands, and Jean right in front of him, you felt your breath catch and your stomach twist. Stepping away, you let out a soft painful breath as your hand gripped the gift tightly.
Turning, you quickly left, fighting the tears that threatened to build up. You had hoped you would be able to take something like this with more grace, but you were wrong.
Making it back to your room, you leaned against your closed door as your eyes burned. Your chest was tight and your stomach was in a knot. Hitting your head softly against the door you let out a shaky breath.
At least you knew.
Tossing the gift onto your desk, you sat down on your bed, your whole body seeming to lose it's strength.
At least you knew. But why did it have to hurt so much?
--- --- ---
The next day went by with only a few run-in's with Scott. Unable to face him just yet, you avoided him, and you were sure he noticed.
You figured you would tell him you did't feel good, or you had a headache and didn't feel like talking. Would he believe you?
Even if he didn't you couldn't tell him the real reason, not now. It didn't matter if he knew or not anymore.
You tore away at the grass underneath you as you stared off into the trees. You were at the edge of campus, just out of sight of anyone on the school grounds, no one knew you were here. Or so you thought.
Scott went to your room to find you, concerned something was wrong. You seemed to be avoiding him all day and he was worried. Did he do something? Did something happen you didn't want him to know about?
He wanted to see you, to talk to you, he had plans. But now something was wrong and he didn't know what to do.
Knocking on the door, but hearing no response, Scott turned the door knob and walked in. He probably shouldn't have, but he feared you may be inside, just unwilling to answer the door.
Looking and listening around closely, making sure you hadn't gone invisible, he sighed. You were in fact, not in your room. He let out a sigh as he turned to leave. But he stopped s his eye caught on something on the desk.
A long thin box, with his name on it. Walking over to it, he pulled it closer. He shouldn't open it, you hadn't given it to him. But why would you have a gift for him? He felt his heart flutter. Was it for Valentines Day?
Taking the box, he put it into his pocket and left, having one more idea of where he might be able to find you.
Hearing someone walking closer, you made yourself invisible, not wanting to speak t anyone.
As the footsteps grew closer, you didn't bother looking back, just assuming it was a student.
The footsteps stopped, and your heart jolted when a voice called out
"Y/n."
You looked back, seeing Scott staring right at you. You knew his glasses allowed him to see the signature of your body even if you were invisible. Something created for him when another mutant with invisibly broke into the school.
As you became fully visible again, Scott could see in your eyes that something was wrong.
Walking up to you, he let out a sigh as he sat down beside you, turning so he was facing you.
"You've been avoiding me."
You looked away from him and down at the ground again as you played with the grass. "Why would you think that?"
Scott smiled softly, but there was sadness behind it.
"Because even if something is really bothering you, you still talk to me about it. Which makes me think I'm the thing that is bothering you."
"You're not bothering me Scott." You replied, but there was an obvious sadness in your voice.
He frowned, worry filling his gut even more. Moving closer to you, his knees almost touching you, he leaned closer "What's going on Y/n?"
You forced a smile and shook your head as you looked over at him "I'm just not feeling all that well."
Scott frowned, there was truth in what you were saying, but there was something else. Something you couldn't seem to admit.
He looked down at his hands for a moment "I needed to talk to you about something, but if you're feeling bad it can wait."
You felt guilt ripple through you. He was always there when you needed someone to talk to, but now you were avoiding him. You had a feeling in your gut, a painful one, that he was going to tell you that he got back together with Jean. You didn't want to hear it, it would tear you apart, but you were his friend.
You turned to face him straight on "You can always talk to me." You said softly, though your chest ached.
He looked back up, and though he wore his glasses, you could feel his eyes burning into yours.
Reaching into his jacket, he pulled something out, and you felt your heart stop.
"I went to your room to find you earlier, and found this instead. I didn't open it, but curiosity got the best of me." He could see the surprise on your face and wondered what it meant.
"That's-" you could barely find your words "-for Valentines Day." You finished mumbling out, having been unable to find another excuse.
Scott's heart did a cartwheel as he smiled at you "You got me a gift?"
You nodded your face almost blank as you feared what would come next.
"Can I open it?"
You nodded again, your heart pumping heavy in your chest.
Scott opened the box, revealing a new pair of glasses, a similar style to his own, but they had their own uniqueness to them. His smile grew as he looked down at them.
"I had them made like your others. Yours are getting old and I know how you are about asking for new ones."
He grinned as he took them out, looking over them. You watched as he took off his glasses, eyes clenched shut before putting yours on. Looking up at you again, he smiled brightly and you couldn't resist your own smile widening.
"They look good." You complimented.
"Thank you Y/n"
He watched as you shyly looked down at the ground again, as you pulled at the weeds.
"Those aren't what you wanted to talk to me about are they?" You asked softly before looking back up at him.
You could always see through him. "Uh, no, not really."
Reaching over, he grabbed your hand, stopping you from pulling out weeds. You looked up at him as he encased your hand with his.
"I wanted to tell you how I felt-"
You felt your breath hitch in your throat, your heart was pounding so heavily you could feel it in your head. How he felt about what? About who?
"-about you." He finished slowly, and you felt as though time froze.
"...About me?" You asked softly.
You felt his fingers caress the top of your hand, and it sent shivers up your arms.
"I wasn't originally going to tell you like this. I wanted to invite you to dinner with me, and tell you then, but...I can't hold it in anymore."
You felt a wave of dizziness wash over you before you shook your head lightly "But-" Scott looked at you with a frown "What about Jean?"
"What about Jean?" He asked with a tilt of his head.
"I though- well, I thought what you were going to tell me, was that you two were back together."
You saw confusion cross his face, and started to wonder if you imagined it all.
"Why would you think that?"
"Well yesterday... when I went to give you the glasses, I overheard, and I saw you give her flowers." There was confusion and doubt in your voice, as you spoke.
Realization hit Scott like a train before he lowered his head with a sigh. You watched as he shook his head and looked back up at you.
"Those flowers weren't for Jean, they were for you. She saw me taking them into my room and asked about them, that was what you saw."
He saw realization cross your own face, as you seemed to slowly grow more embarrassed.
"Wait is- is that why you were avoiding me?"
You seemed to look down in shame and Scott couldn't help the laugh that escaped. Your head shot up as you stared at him wide-eyed.
"I'm sorry." He shook his head "I just- no, no me and Jean are not back together. And I'm sorry you thought that, I hate that you thought that."
Tugging your hand closer again, he brought his other hand to your face, making you look at him.
"Let me start over. The only person in this world I have feelings for is you. I've been head over heels for you since we became friends. I've been a coward for so long, taking so long to tell you how I felt. Fearing you didn't feel the same but, but you do."
It wasn't quite a statement and not a question, but it held a desperation for reassurance. And with a subtle nod of your head, you gave it to him, and he smiled.
"I don't want to be a coward anymore Y/n. I want you to know how I feel. That I adore you, I adore everything about you, and I want to be able to see you and know that your mine. My person, my best-friend and lover, my partner, everything. I want that more than anything. "
You felt as though you couldn't breath as your eyes burned from the emotion welling up inside you.
"I want that too." You whispered out, just loud enough for him to hear.
He grinned at you as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. You lifted your hand and placed it over his as he cupped your cheek.
Your noses pressed together briefly as his lips ghosted over yours. Your eyes fluttered closed just as his lips pressed fully against yours. A shiver ran through your body as butterflies erupted in your stomach. You wanted Scott to love you more than anything. And he did.
xx End xx
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17. “You have until the count of three to remove your arms from my person, or so help me god.” and 19. “I am very young, very foolish, and very in love with you.” for Warren Worthington III please!!!
Fools | Warren Worthington III
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: warren worthington III x gn! reader
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): mild swearing
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: scott forces warren to wrap his head around his very obvious feelings for you.
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): the request above, thank you for requesting! (Sorry it took literally forever)
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.3k
There you were, walking gracefully through the hall with a bundle of books in your arms, laughing at something Kurt had said as the boy ambled next to you, flicking his tail and tapping it against your arm to emphasize whatever point he was arguably making. Your nose scrunched up, the chuckle escaping your lips was light and bewitching.
You looked radiant, and Warren felt pathetic.
He couldn’t believe he’d gotten so wrapped up in this stupid little school boy crush of his. His mouth felt dry, his feathers ruffled, the back of his neck felt fiery hot, and his heart was beating a million times a minute.
Warren was enthralled. The ‘head over heels, past the point of no return’ kind of in infatuated.
“Dude,” Scott called as he passed, slapping a hand down on Warren’s shoulder before pulling away and pointing at him. “You’re whipped.”
As if he needed a reminder.
“Piss off, Summers.” Warren scoffed, a distant pink dancing along his cheeks.
Scott turned back at this, clearly believing that missing his next class was a small price to pay for embarrassing Warren further- or at least, that’s what Warren believed. Really, the boy with burning eyes just wanted to help… and yeah, maybe make a joke or two- but who could blame him? It’s his core personality.
“Talk to them, Worthington.” Scott stressed, coming to stand next to the winged boy as they watched you get further and further away from them, disappearing down the hall with Kurt talking rapidly at your side.
Warren gazed after your retreating figure until he could no longer see you, finally focusing on Scott and glaring at his own ruby coloured reflection in Scott’s glasses.
“What’s the point?” Warren muttered, feeling the faint head rush of having you near, slowly leave his mind.
Scott spluttered, “‘What’s the point?’” He asked incredulously, “Is your head full of feathers, too? They like you too, idiot.”
“Shut up, Scott.”
“No- no this is ridiculous, I have to listen to Jean constantly ramble about how obsessed you are with each other- and I’d rather not hear about your love life when I’m trying to cultivate my own, thank you. All you gotta do is say more than two words to them, and you’re golden!’ Scott practically shouted, his voice echoing around the empty hallway.
“Scott, stop talking before I put your head through a wall.” Warren rolled his eyes, not wanting to dwell on the idea that you were possibly thinking of him too. He didn’t want to be let down by false hope. “Besides- I do talk to them-“
“You have to actually confess, big guy!” Scott insisted, wrapping his arms around Warren’s bicep as his voice gathered a mocking tone, “Then you can be all lovey-dovey with them, and ride- or fly- off into the sunset.” He pictured, comically raising a hand in front of them to emphasize his image.
Warren still wasn’t convinced.
“You have until the count of three to remove your hands from my person or so help me god.” The winged boy glared until Scott defensively backed away.
“Alright, alright. Just give it a try, they may surprise you.” Scott sighed, “I’m already late for class with professor wheelchair so I’ll catch you later, man”
“Try not to.” Warren snapped, his feathers rustling as he shouldered his wings around for Scott to walk past.
“Harsh.” Scott clicked his tongue, but otherwise left it alone, and instead took off down the hall, leaving Warren alone with his thoughts.
He couldn’t help but dot around the idea that— maybe you did like him. You had been the first person to show him any sort of good favour when he’d first moved in.
He knew his reputation, and had been slapped with a healthy dose of surprise that you seemed to look past that reputation with a dazzling smile that always had him wondering— was he really the institute’s resident ‘Angel’, or were you?
Warren sidled up next to a large window and lay his forehead on the glass, reminding himself that you weren’t nice to him because you liked him. You were just kind, regardless of a person’s nature. It’s one of the many things he loved and admired about you.
It was quiet as Warren closed his eyes and listened to the distant chirp of birds outside- allowing the ambiance to calm him, even just a bit.
Then, his eyes shot open and he pulled himself away from the window, wings beating against the wall subconsciously, pushing him back a good few feet as if the chill of the glass on his face had, in fact, burned him.
Love? Since when was it love that had shoved these uncomfortable, twitching butterflies in his stomach? When did it change from an innocent crush to something as drastic as love?
But the more Warren entertained the idea, the less he could argue against it.
He loved you.
He loved you, he loved you, he loved you.
Warren’s feathers pressed against the wall at his back, and his knees buckled as he held a hand to his eyes in frustration.
He could barely discuss having a crush on you- let alone being fully irreversibly in love with you.
Sitting in some random hallway of the institute, having had the wind knocked out of his wings- he felt even more pathetic than he had before.
Then, his heart fell further when he heard you call his name.
“Warren? Are you alright?”
He focused in on his surroundings and found that you had sat in front of him— and god knows how long you’d been waving a hand in front of his hazy eyes.
“Hey- hi- yeah, I’m fine!” He rushed, cheeks turning pink as he heaved a few breaths in.
This is ridiculous— he should not be this bent out of shape simply because you’re in his presence.
But then you laugh, and offer him a kind smile, and a, ‘You sure? You look high’.
“I’m not- why are you here, anyway?” Warren asked, his defensive voice coming off more ‘offensive’ than he meant it to.
“Is that a little ‘tude I’m hearing?” You joke, sitting down at his side, allowing one of his wings to just barely brush against your back.
Nevertheless, you answer his question, “I honestly thought Jean was gonna be here- she sent me some garbled mind-message about meeting her in the hallway across from the statue of some old guy.”
You point down the hall at a marble statue, standing poised and tranquil— and Warren laughs.
“There are like eight different hallways with ‘old-guy’ statues at the end of them, are you sure you have the right one?” Warren asks, trying to calm the nervous shake in his hands.
“She said it was also the hallway next to the physics class, so here I am.” You grin. “And instead of finding Jean, I found you in a crisis- so what’s up, Warren, you’re clearly not as ‘alright’ as you’d have me believe.”
You nod at his hands, and he cursed himself silently— wishing you hadn’t noticed the very obvious tremble.
Then your own hands took his, trying your best to soothe whatever fears were firing through them— and he was suddenly very thankful that you had noticed.
Warren thought to himself for a moment, and mulled over what Scott had said about confessing to you, and just getting it over with.
It then occurred to him— Scott and Jean were both assholes.
They set this up.
Warren groaned, going against his better judgment when he pulled his hands from yours and covered his face, mumbling through his palms.
“Well- I’m very young, very foolish, and…” Warren paused, letting his hands fall to his lap as he looked anywhere but at you.
“And?” You grin, expecting some silly final statement.
‘Screw it’, Warren thinks.
“And very in love with you.”
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Summary: Kurt/Reader; Kurt helps reader adjust to the new school
“We heard you deal in mutants.” Charles opens the door to see three figures; two keeping hold of the younger one.
“Yes we do; come in.” He offers, moving farther into his house; the woman moves first; the girl shuffles forward when her father shoves her as he steps inside.
“What exactly is the trouble?”
“How much?”
“Oh to go to school it’s free..”
“No how much will you take her off our hands for…”
“Your hands? Sir, I think you misunderstand…” The man doesn’t flinch, simply tugging the girl's hood down to reveal her skin a faint shimmering gray.
“She’s always been-” he waves his hand and swallows “- but that skin colour is only freaky and then she started doing that power thing after she saw those mutants on the television.” Charles nods as the father explains; the girl doesn’t look at him but he’s having trouble getting inside of her head.
“Professor; oh sorry.” Kurt hesitates and Charles grins.
“No it’s alright Kurt; could you take her up to one of the spare rooms until we find somewhere to let her stay.” Charles grits his teeth when he can see the mother reaching into her purse to pull out a cheque book.
“Of course; come with-” Kurt doesn’t finish; the girl looks up and suddenly her skin seems to tint dark blue and she grows a tail; she mimics how Kurt looks.
“Teleportation; but only places you’ve been.” She grins smiling with fanged teeth. The tail slashes through the air and she spins trying to grab it to still it.
“See she’s dangerous; can you imagine her seeing one like that in public; her ability to hide is nonexistent.”
“Kurt; thank you.” Charles seems strained and the girl frowns before Kurt takes her arm and vanishes; reappearing in the hallway.
I love the x men and there's so little x men content so may I ask for how the x men would react to finding out that a shrunken person is living in the mansion ? they thought they had a mice issue and had been leaving mousetraps out and one day the tiny person gets caught in a trap and injured and found out by the x men.
Warnings: Implied Character Death (almost snapped by mousetrap)
The X-Men don’t think anything of it at first. It’s assumed one of the kids trying to use their powers without being caught. As it goes on for longer and longer, they get suspicious it’s an animal and not someone. Beast is sure that it’s just a tiny mutant because there’s intelligence in the actions but Storm isn’t as convinced.
You’re lucky that Kurt found you when he did. You had been moving out of the cabinet and missed the trap, almost stepping onto it. You yell as he grabs you, ignoring the loud ‘snap’ ringing in your ears. He looks as traumatized as you feel, both of you staring in horror at what could have been.
You go to visit Hank who is fascinated as you tell your story. At first he’s convinced that you’re a mutant who just doesn’t know how to control their powers but the more tests he runs, the more he finds out that it just isn’t true.
The others are introduced to you the next day, expressions ranging from amused to curious to bored. No one is hostile or mean, offering to move you from place to place and teach you things. It can be overwhelming with that many people talking all at once but after talking about it, things get better. You have no idea how you’re going to get back to normal but at least you’re not alone anymore.
