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stupid for you | peter maximoff

SUMMARY: you and peter fall out and he makes it up to you in his own peter way WORD COUNT: 928 WARNINGS: some swearing. A/N: idk what this is but writing peter is my fave so he gets all my dumb ideas ❤️ p.s. if the format sucks it’s bc im mobile.

It wasn’t like Peter had meant to upset you. Sometimes his mouth didn’t have a filter and he said things before even thinking about it so when he called you ‘annoying and needy’, he really didn’t mean it. He wasn’t that guy. He wasn’t the type of person to ever want to upset you or anyone for that matter. So when he’d seen you walk away hurt and upset, that had sent him right into action. He just had to make it up to you — make you see how important you really were to him. It gnawed at him inside that he’d been the one to make you feel that way. Never before had he ever felt so bad. So guilty.

He’d spent the whole day trying to think of what he could do to apologise then suddenly the idea hit him. Maybe it was a little stupid, maybe you’d completely hate it but he thought it’d be cool. Different. It’d be something him.

Meanwhile, you’d spent the day moping around the X-Mansion. The training session you’d had earlier had helped distract your mind but as soon as it was over, your thoughts drifted back to Peter. The fight the two of you had had been so stupid. All you’d done is made some comment about Peter needing to slow down for a minute and listen to you and it had spiralled from there. It wasn’t often the two of you argued. In fact, you never really had. In the whole six months you’d been dating things had been going smoothly. Things had been so easy going, so fun — it wasn’t really a surprise that something was bound to happen to ruin that. When things were going good there was always something that had to come along and mess it all up.

With a sigh, you started to head upstairs to your room when suddenly a blur of silver and blue rushed past you. Before you could even blink Peter was stood right in front of you, his hands hidden behind his back. Your arms wrapped around yourself as you looked at him. “Hi.”

Your nerves were mirrored in his face as he spoke. “Hey. Uh…”

The silence fell between you. It was awkward — something that didnt happen often when it came to you and Peter. Just as you were about to open your mouth to say something he began talking.

“Okay, just let me talk for a minute before I chicken out. I’m not good at this shit. I’m not the best at filtering the stuff that comes out of my mouth. That’s why I’m always getting myself in trouble. You know that but the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you. You gotta believe me on that one. If I could, I’d punch myself in the face. I mean, I could but… I can’t break the goods, y’know?” He laughed lightly, trying to ease the tension.

“It’s my fau-“

“Gonna have to stop you there, babe,” he said as he pulled one of his hands from behind his back and held it up to signal you to stop. “Can’t have you taking the fall on this one. It’s all me. A Maximoff fuck up special. That little switch people have in their brain where they tell themselves to shut up before they say something dumb? Yeah, turns out mine is broken. Probably wasn’t born with one actually. I’m not letting you feel bad for this. It’s all on me, okay? I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “It’s okay. You really don’t have to apo-“

“I do, I really do, though. Felt bad the second I said what I said. You’re not annoying and I love when you’re clingy. I love you wanting to be around me as much as I want to be around you. You caught me on one of those rare days where I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Maybe Scott even pissed in my cereal or something, who knows. Point is that I messed up.”

“Are you gonna stop cutting me off?” You asked, an amused look on your face as you listened to your boyfriends rambling.

“Oh shit, sorry. My bad. The floor is yours.”

“What I was trying to say was that you don’t need to apologise because I forgive you anyway. We’re gonna mess up sometimes and I know you didn’t mean it. It was just hearing it come from you that upset me, I guess. Anyone else I could take it but you? Your opinions and thoughts about me matter the most. Can we just forget about it and move on?”

“Sure, yeah… but first…” he finally pulled his hand from behind his back to produce a Lego bouquet of flowers. “These are for you and lemme tell you, it was hell trying to put this together.”

“…you got me Lego flowers?”

“Duh. This way they last forever and you won’t have to worry about watering them and you can always remember the time your boyfriend was a dumbass.”

You laughed, taking them from him. “How long did it take you to put it together?”

“Might have cheated and used the ol’ mutation but I kept messing up. Some of the pieces wouldn’t fit where I wanted them to and I almost got mad and thr-“

“There’s instructions, you know.”

“Are you gonna stop cutting me off?” He grinned, hands on his hips as he echoed your words from earlier.

”Smartass.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

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Hello! I just found your blog and love your Peter Maximoff stories. I was wondering if you have a tag of st I could be added to.

Hey hey! Thanks for the love ❤️ ur sweet!!! I don’t really have a tag list mostly because I’m not consistent with my postings anymore. I’m kinda putting all my focus in school and work rn so I’m not really writing as much especially cuz I have like an essay due a week now. Maybe once I’m done with school I’ll become more active but for right now I’m not really writing anything.

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🥹🥹🥹 so precious

"She's so beautiful! I bet she goes to the library."

- my 7 year old daughter

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Okay but why is this the cutest thing

loser of the year | peter maximoff

SUMMARY: peter thinks you hate him because you avoid him at all costs but he soon figures out why. WORD COUNT: 1243 WARNINGS: none! brief mention of she/her A/N: i couldn't think of a name so spotify did me a solid and played my fave simple plan song and i rolled with it.

Peter couldn’t understand it. Days, heck, weeks had been spent with him trying to figure out what he’d done wrong for you to constantly avoid him but he was coming up blank. Nada. So, if he hadn’t done anything then what was the reason? Why did you always avoid him in the hallways? Why would you always make an excuse to leave whenever he came over when you were talking to Scott or Jean? It absolutely baffled him. Drove him insane actually. Once Peter got something in his little speedster head, he tended to obsess over it. He also didn’t like when he couldn’t figure something out. And, you were the biggest puzzle of all.

It happened again one day when you were sitting in the common room of the mansion. Lazily, you were laying across the couch, legs dangling over the arm while your head rested on the other side. Scott was sitting in the chair next to you, the two of you chatting about Logan’s latest lecture. Peter had been speeding through the hallways causing his trouble like always when he came to halt hearing your voice.

He jumped into the free chair on the other side of the couch, blowing a bubble with the gum in his mouth. “What’re we talking about?”

“I have to go,” you mumbled as you got to your feet. “See you later, Scott.”

Once you left, Peter scoffed, arms crossing over his chest like a spoiled child. “What’s her problem?”

“What do you mean?” Scott asked.

“She hates me, dude. I don’t even know what I’ve done,” Peter threw his hands up in the air, his frustration more than evident.

“She doesn’t hate you.”

“Pfft, yeah right. That’s why she always leaves whenever I show up. Whatever, doesn’t matter. It’s fine. Completely fine. I don’t want to talk to her anyway.”

It wasn’t like you wanted to avoid Peter – you really didn’t but you didn’t know what else to do. Usually, you were this confident person who could strike up a conversation with anyone. The easiest thing in the world for you was to make friends but when it came to Peter that all flew out of the window. He made you nervous. One look at him and you were flustered. It was like you lost your tongue, you couldn’t speak a word to him or even look at him unless you wanted to look like a human tomato. It was a problem – a huge problem.

Of course, you’d had crushes before. Many times but this was different. Never had you been so flustered by someone that you couldn’t stand to be around them. This was all new for you. Sure, Peter was attractive. He was probably one of the most attractive guys you’d ever laid your eyes on but what really drew you to him was his personality. He was so fun, carefree. Everything seemed like it was one big adventure with him. Not that you’d really had a full conversation with him but you’d seen how he acted during training. Scott had told you many stories about Peter. It really seemed like everyone loved him. Sure, maybe he came across a little annoying at times but you found that endearing.

Lost in thought, you were walking through the hallway, a book in hand. It wasn’t until you were hit by a brick wall - or what felt like a brick wall at least anyway - and knocked to the floor when you came back to reality. Your eyes instantly bore into Peter’s who had managed to knock the two of you down to the floor, his body laying on top of yours. His hands braced either side of your head so he didn’t completely crush you.

“Oop, my bad.”

Your cheeks instantly turned red at his nonchalance. How could he be so collected when his body was literally pinning yours to the floor? 

“Wasn’t paying attention,” he added.

Okay, so, he knew he should get off you. He knew he should get up and let you go on your way but this was the first time he’d got to speak to you without you instantly rushing off. What was a few more minutes pressed together on the floor? He looked at your face, your eyes avoiding his now, the faint tint of pink on your cheeks. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you squeaked out. Suddenly, you forgot how to breathe.

“What’s your issue?” Peter blurted out.

“What?”

“With me? Why’d you act like I’m the walking plague and avoid me at all costs? If I said somethin’ to ya at some point then I’m sorry but I’ve been wracking my brain and I don’t think I have.”

“I…” The words got lost on your tongue. ‘Seriously, get it together, brain,’ you thought. “You didn’t.”

Peter scrunched his face. “Then what is it? What’d I do to you?”

With his face so close to yours, his body pressing into you so you could feel every part of him, it was like someone had removed your brain from your head. There wasn’t a single coherent thought in there. “Nothing.”

His eyes narrowed as he noticed you avoiding his gaze at all costs. Then, it hit him. The way you couldn’t look at him, the blush on your cheeks. You liked him. A smirk graced that stupidly handsome face of his as he finally got off you, holding his hand out to help you up. Of course, you took it. His hand felt warm in yours, a little sweaty but you figured that was just because he had spent five minutes in that compromising position with you.

“You like me,” he pointed accusingly at you. His tone was smug. So damn smug.

“Wh-what? No!” A bold face lie.

“That’s why you avoid me. You got yourself a little crush on ol’ Quickie. I mean, who can blame you?” His grin lit up his whole face.

Now you really were flustered. Credit had to be given – he’d figured you out within five minutes of being around you and that was exactly why you had wanted to avoid being anywhere near him. This was going down as one of the most embarrassing moments of your life. Your hands went to cover your face that was now burning hot. 

Peter shoved his hands in jacket pockets, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “S’cool, babe. Think you’re pretty cute too.”

That made you peer at him through your fingers. “Really?”

“Yeah when you’re not avoiding me anyway.”

“Sorry.”

He waved his hand at you to dismiss your apology. “All good. I’ma need you to stop running away everytime you see me, though.”

You nodded, bringing your hands away from your face. Suppose that was something you could do now you’d broke the ice. Or, well, Peter had broken the ice. You’d done nothing but say five words and break the world record for blushing. “Okay, yeah but… uh, I do have to go. Um… need to return this book.”

He stepped out of your way, letting you pass. As you walked away, he called after you with that shit-eating grin still on his face. “See ya, cutie. Might ask you on a date next time I see you if it doesn’t make you spontaneously combust.”

Peter snickered to himself, feeling pretty confident with himself as he walked away. Meanwhile you were sure you were about to melt into a puddle on the floor.

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stupid. [Peter Maximoff x Reader] (X-Men)

[~from the vault~]

Friends kiss all the time, right? Right?

Word count: 2,062

Warnings: none i don't think i even use the word fuck here like who even was i this is just fluff

[. . .]

“Okay, truth or dare?” Jubilee asked Peter, an unmistakably mischievous look on her face. 

It was funny, actually, to think that a group of mutant teenagers with unimaginable powers would be spending their weekend doing such mundane things, such as throwing a party and playing truth or dare like a bunch of seventh graders, but the truth is that none of you ever really had the chance to have that before, most always too weird to be with the normal kids.

So, truth or dare on a saturday night in the middle of the woods it was.

And of course you knew how this was going to go. You didn’t even have to be his best friend to know what he would pick without a hint of hesitation. 

“You know it,” Peter replied with a signature smirk.

Scott let out a groan. “There’s not even anything for you to do anymore!”

“There’s still plenty of stuff for me to do!” Peter defended himself, a hand over his chest feigning offense.

“No, he’s right! You never pick truth!” Warren joined Scott in complaining.

“Because I’m not boring! You guys are just laaaame.”

“I don’t know, lick that tree over there or something,” Jubilee murmured, uninterested.

“What? That’s all you got? Come on, you can do better! Dare me to run to Hawaii or something!”

“How would we know you actually went to Hawaii?” Kurt asked, and Peter tilted his head to the side, realizing what he said made sense.

“Just pick truth already!” Jean exclaimed, clearly annoyed at the amount of time his turn was taking. 

Peter put his arms up in surrender. “Okay, fine! But it’s gonna be lame.”

Jubilee quickly seemed to gain her excitement again, smiling as she thought of what to ask, snapping her fingers as she finally landed upon a question. “Okay! Have you and Y/N kissed before?” 

He seemed to be taken by surprise, shifting in his seat, and you felt your own cheeks burning, hoping the lack of light would hide it. Of course she would want to ask something like that. 

“C’mon. Something not so lame. What are we, 12?”

“Answer the question!” Scott egged him on, and Peter looked at you, silently asking you what to do. You didn’t even say anything, but you assumed he noticed how flustered you were, as he decided to spare you and lie.

“No. Happy?”

You thought they would let it go, but got confused when everyone other than you and Peter turned to Jean, who, after a moment, spoke up. “He’s lying,” she affirmed.

And then it was chaos. 

“Oh my God! When?”

“I knew it!”

“Holy shit how was it?”

“Stop reading my mind, witch!” Peter yelled. You knew him. Usually he’d be pretty proud to talk about how he 'got with the girl' or whatever. But Peter also knew you, and you both knew that you had specifically agreed to not talk about this. So he tried to change the subject. “Okay, okay, that’s not how this works. You have your answer, now spin the bottle again.”

“But-” 

“Those are the rules, Scotty.”

Annoyed, Scott reached out to spin the bottle again, and Peter winked at you. You smiled at him in return, thanking him silently. You were smart enough to know they would bug you about it later but at least you were fine for now, with enough time to come up with some bullshit excuse before you got bombarded with questions.

“Y/n it’s your turn.”

Well, maybe not so much time.

You were taken out of your thoughts by Jean’s words, averting your eyes to the bottle in front of you. Fair enough, it landed on you. Such luck.

“Truth or dare?” Scott asked you, unable to hide a grin.

“Come on, Scott.”

“You gotta choose!”

“Truth?”

“Tell us how that kiss happened.”

“Dare.”

“I… dare you to tell us how the kiss happened.”

“That’s not fair-”

“Those are the rules,” Warren intervened, repeating what Peter had said earlier, and you shot him a death glare. 

“You know I could kill you right?”

“You like me too much,” he smiled, and you sighed. You considered leaving the game, but you knew they would just annoy you until you talked.

“Fine. It was nothing, okay? We were on a mission and we had to improvise, that’s it.”

Scott’s eyebrows were furrowed together. “Wait it was for a mission?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed.

“But then it doesn’t count!”

Warren chimed in again. “What? Yes it counts-”

You looked over at Peter while all your friends debated the validity of your kiss , but he looked confused. “What?” You mouthed to him.

“That wasn’t our first kiss,” he blurted out, as if that were the most obvious thing in the world, very clearly not thinking before he spoke. Everybody else went quiet.

Warren was the first one to break the silence. “First kiss? Wait, how many times have you kissed?”

“No- it was-” Peter tried to save himself, but it was way too late. Now they wouldn’t leave you alone.

“You have to tell us!” Kurt exclaimed, and you almost felt mad at him. Almost.

Peter cleared his throat. “It was uh- when we were kids? Cause I told you I’d never kissed anyone?”

“Oh but if the mission one doesn’t count then that doesn’t count either. We were like ten!”

“What, were you not a person at ten years old?”

“Come on our real first kiss was that night at the movies wasn’t it? With the… the werewolf movie.”

“No cause that was after the one at the diner.”

“No it wasn’t! It was that one, then the time in your basement, then the diner.”

“But it doesn’t make-” Peter stopped and looked around. 

“What?” You did the same, only to see your friends look like they’d seen a ghost. They were all wide-eyed, either looking at you and Peter or at each other, trying to process the conversation the two of you were having. Okay, so maybe you got a little carried away accidentally.

“Uh-”

And then chaos again.

“You’ve kissed how many times now?”

“Are you sure you’re not together?”

“We’ve been trying to get you together for months! Months! And you tell me this?”

“But we-” you started, but what were you really gonna say? You were the one to talk too much.

Peter stood up. “We… are leaving.” He held his hand up for you to take, and you did so, standing up too. In no time you were in his room at the school, and things were awkward.

You sat down on his bed while he sat down on the chair by his desk, both in silence for a while, neither sure what to say. It was pretty common for you to do that, ignore this kind of thing. As you’d just talked about, you’d had those kinds of moments quite a few times before, but you always ended up unspokenly agreeing to not talk about it after. But it seemed that this time there was no choice.

“Um so.”

He lifted his gaze from the floor to you. “Yeah.”

“I uh. I didn’t realize uh. How many times we’ve- you know.”

“Yeah.” He was fidgeting with his fingers, looking at his hands instead of at you. You were kind of thankful for it.

“You think they’ll be too annoying about it?”

“Have you met them?”

You laughed. “Yeah. Maybe we should have just not played the game.”

“I’m sorry. Or whatever.”

“For what?”

“For bringing it up. It just… came out, you know how I speak without thinking-”

“It’s fine. We’ve kissed a few times, so what?”

“Yeah. Right. It’s what friends do! Right?” He finally looked at you.

“Yes! Platonic friends kiss sometimes. It’s normal.”

“Yeah! Totally. Totally.”

There was silence after that. One that indicated how incredibly not normal it all was.

“Can I ask you something?” Peter blurted out, out of the blue.

“Okay.”

“Did you… like… kissing me?”

“What?”

"Huh?"  He pretended he hadn’t said anything, immediately regretting saying it.

Silence again.

You thought for a moment. “Yeah.”

“What?”

“I liked it. Did you not?”

“I don’t- I-” He stood up in superspeed, but stayed within distance from you. “Yeah. A- a lot.”

“Does that- I mean that’s still like. Normal right?”

“Yeah I mean who- it’s kissing right? Why would- why wouldn’t we like that?”

“Right. Right. Yeah, of course.”

“Would it be that bad?”

“What do you mean?”

“If we were like- you know- not… friends.”

You quirked an eyebrow, and his eyes widened. “Not like that! I mean if we were like, more.”

“Like… if we dated.” It was a statement, but a question too. Were you getting this right?

“Wuh- Yeah. I guess.”

You had no idea what was going on now. After a long time of getting teased by your friends to no end about the blurry lines of your friendship with Peter, you learned to scold yourself when you caught your thoughts drifting to that. After all, you couldn’t- it would just ruin your friendship, and you didn’t want to lose your best friend. 

But now here he was, right in front of you, asking you if it would be so bad if you dated.

…would it?

“Why?”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

“I just wanna know why you’re asking!”

“Well cause maybe I’d like it if we were dating!” 

“Yeah sure,” you let out a laugh.

“I’m.. not joking.”

You went quiet.

“I know I’m not serious about… well anything I guess,” he let out a small laugh, “but I’m being like 100%, totally for real with you right now.”

“So you have… feelings for me. That’s what you’re saying.”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re not joking.”

“No! Why would I joke about that?”

“We joke about that all the time!”

“Not right now!”

“You know I’m 100% kicking your ass if you are, right?”

“I… am pretty aware.”

“Okay.”

He looked at you expectantly, but you didn’t even know what to think about this situation, let alone what to say. 

“Okay? So?” Of course, this was still your Peter, extremely nosey and incredibly impatient.

You took a good look at him. Did you like him the same way he apparently liked you?

Peter was annoying. He was loud and a lot of times way too much, and he always ended up getting you into embarrassing situations. If you ever got in trouble, it was pretty safe to say it was probably his fault. He was stubborn and cocky and annoyingly good at making things play out his way.

But he was your best friend. And he was wearing his stupid silver jacket that matched his stupid silver hair and a stupid graphic shirt with a stupid bear that wore sunglasses on it and the stupid Star Wars pin that you gave him for his stupid fourteenth birthday. He was so utterly and completely stupid, and it was stupid to think this could work.

And maybe you were stupid too, because it seemed that you liked him, a stupid amount. 

“Okay, don’t get too cocky, now.”

He kept staring at you, expecting your next words. 

“I like you too.”

“As in... more than a friend?”

“No I’m actually friendzoning you.”

Finally he opened a grin, relaxing as he caught on to your teasing tone. Now that looked more like him. “Are you? That’s good. I was actually gonna tell you I changed my mind.”

“You did?”

He walked towards you, in a normal speed for once. “Yeah. I think we should stay friends.”

You nodded. “Yeah me too.”

“Friends kiss, right?”

“Platonically.”

“Yeah, platonically.”

You laughed at how ridiculous that excuse sounded now. “We’re so stupid.”

Hee shook his head. “I don’t know what youre talking about.” 

You didn’t have time to keep the joke going, as he finally pulled you closer and leaned in.

You’d kissed a good amount of times before, but this time was different. It wasn’t impulsive, and you weren’t going to regret it after. You wouldn’t have to pretend it didn’t happen when it was over, and you really, really liked the thought of that.

But, of course, you did live with your really, really nosey friends, who you hadn’t noticed had been standing by the door.

“You guys are so confusing!”

Okay, it would be really stupid to think you would ever be able to live this one down.

[. . .]

A/N: treating you guys to these cute little oneshots today past mars was such a cutie i was gonna say i miss her but i dont really

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Can I request headcanons for Kurt, Remy, Logan, and Wade finding out that his gn s/o has never dated anyone else before him please?

X-Men requests YAYYYYY YAY YAY YAY YAY!!!!!!!! 🤸🏃🤸🏃🤸🏃🤸🏃🤸🏃

Wade, Logan, Remy, and Kurt with a s/o who hasn’t dated anyone other than them!! <3

Warnings!: cursing ig, reader is referred to as pretty (I consider that gender neutral, but wanted to put it here just in case), and that’s it!

A/n: Want them all ngl 😞 If it wasn’t already clear, I’m delighted to have my first X-Men request. And I also really like this prompt (definitely not because I can relate to it. Haha, shut up). Also, requests: OPEN 💜

Wade:

He straight up thinks you’re lying when you first tell him. He even laughs because he’s convinced you’re just messing with him.

But, then he realizes you’re not laughing and he’s like “Oh, shit. Really?”

He’ll apologize for laughing and probably say some shit like “Sorry, I just didn’t realize a smoke show like you was capable of being single”

And he means it. He was fully under the impression that you’d been on more than a few dates because you’re HOT

Definitely teases you about it. “Is that why your hands were so sweaty on our first date?”

Don’t be afraid to (playfully) smack him.

Despite all of the teasing, he makes sure to let you know that it doesn’t bother him. In fact, he thinks it’s cute

He’ll say that you’re “new to dating” even if the two of you have been dating for years

Starts calling you a rookie. And he ends up saying it so much that it just becomes one of the many pet names he has for you

And, yeah. When you’re not around he’s probably giggling and kicking his feet over how he’s your first boyfriend 🤭

Logan:

When you first tell him, he just looks at you for a second, not saying anything before going “You’re serious?”

“And you decided I’d be a good first pick?” He says it like he’s teasing, but, in reality, it does confuse him a bit.

Like, wouldn’t you want someone sweet and kind for your first relationship? Not a grumpy, old guy with knife hands???

Nonetheless, he’s grateful (and even honored) to be given the title of your first boyfriend

He doesn’t make a huge deal out of it. He’ll occasionally bring it up, maybe ask a question or two about it. But, it doesn’t really change anything about your relationship.

Or, at least, that’s what you think for a while.

One night, he returns from a long mission and he crawls into bed next to you, and you think he’s just gonna immediately go to sleep like he does every time he comes back from a mission. But, then he mumbles something.

“I wish I’d had someone like you as my first.”

And before you can even process it, he’s asleep.

You ask him about it in the morning and he says he doesn’t remember saying it. You can decide whether or not you think he’s lying.

Remy:

You tell him that you want to tell him something, and he can tell you’re nervous about it.

“What’s got you so nervous, chère? You know Gambit don’t judge nobody. ‘Specially not you.”

And you confess to him that you’ve never dated anyone and he’s like. “Oh. That’s it?”

He doesn’t mean to sound apathetic. He was just expecting something bad.

He asks you to clarify what you mean by “not dating anyone before him” because he thinks he somehow misunderstood you

“You telling me no one ever tried to get with a pretty thing like you?” And then he smirks. “Or were you just ignorin’ all of ‘em till Gambit came round?”

He also teases you about it from time to time. Makes little comments about how he’s your first.

But, it’s just because he loves it.

He often thinks about how he’s the only guy who’s gotten to take you on dates and do all this romantic stuff with you

“Don’t no one else know what they missing out on….”

Kurt:

He doesn’t even try to hide his surprise. He can’t.

“I’m really your first? But, how? You are so beautiful!” He’s just upfront with why he thinks it’s absurd.

He needs to hear it a few more times before he finally accepts it. And that’s when he starts getting giddy.

“I am your first lover?” He grins. “I like that, I think.”

And now everyone has to know. Sorry.

He will gladly go around and tell people that he’s your “first love” (as he likes to say). Is it usually embarrassing for you? Yes. But, it’s Kurt. So, it’s okay.

So, yeah. You definitely don’t have to worry about whether or not he minds it.

Of course, now he has to ask a bunch of questions about it too.

“So, was the first date you’ve ever had with me?” If you say yes, he smiles before asking. “Was it good?” Like he doesn’t already know the answer.

He’s just over the moon that he was the first person that you really fell in love with. And he wants you and everyone around you to know how happy he is with you.

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Just got back into X-men evolution and toad is such a baby girl-

Can I have some Toad x Gn!Reader that likes musical theater, I love that weird lil dude🙏

Suddenly Todd

Todd Tolansky x reader

Words: 475

You didn’t know what to expect when you made a surprise drop in at your boyfriend’s house. Actually scratch that, you knew exactly what to expect. What you expected was to see Todd sprawled out on his bed, surrounded by a pile of his dirty clothes, just like any other day. But instead what you saw when you stepped into the open room was Toad hunched over his computer screen, butchering a line from a familiar song. 

You’ve seen Toad do many—many things, but singing was not one of those things. Singing was surprising in itself, but singing along to ‘Suddenly Seymour’, now that shocked you to your core. 

You should’ve stayed quiet and taken in the moment but you were too taken aback that the next words naturally just fell out of your mouth, “what is going on?”

“Ack!” is all that was said as Toad stood up covering his screen, while the sound continued to pour out from the speaker. 

A grin took over your expression as you slid beside him and pushed his hands aside, “why are you listening to Suddenly Seymour?”

“I’m not!”

You stood back your arms crossing over your chest, “you think I don’t know my song? Cause I do!”

Truth be told you and him had watched the movie, Little Shop of Horrors, over the past weekend and just as with any other musical, you instantly became obsessed with the soundtrack. 

Now it was no secret that you get obsessed with musicals easily but Toad, he was not the type. So why he was currently trying to sing along was beyond you. 

“Why are you singing this?”

“Can’t a guy just sing a song about being a guy who loves a girl?”

While he was absolutely right in his question you still raised a brow. 

“Alright, alright!” He stepped forward his eyes meeting yours while his head hung low, “the other day I overheard you telling Kitty how there’s something about a man singing that makes him, you know,  automatically hot to you, and I don’t know I just figured if I learned the song than we could sing it together and…I don’t know!” He threw his hands up in the air, unsure of where this plan was even taking him.

The idea he had was sweet and you couldn’t help but recognize that, “oh Todd, you don’t have to do all that,” you took a step closer lower your face under his, to meet his gaze, “I already think your hot,” you winked causing the boy to let out a chuckle mixed with dazed giggles in between. 

While you made sure he knew he didn’t have to learn a song just for you, he still continued to make the effort and you couldn’t help but join in as he once again tried his best to sing along.

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Can I get a Peter Maximoff x Reader fic where the reader loves singing musical theater? And their mutant ability is to basically start a musical theater number whenever they want?

Just a little annoying ass theater kid who seems to like a certain annoying ass speedster kid✨

The Power Of Music

Peter Maximoff x mutant!reader

Words: 1184

Mutations. They’ve been around for longer than anyone’s ever known. Some mutants had powers that they dread. Some mutants had powers that they felt made them a freak. You on the other hand had a mutation that you adored.

You had the power of music, is what you called it. When in actuality you had the power to make any moment a musical moment.

Yes, it seemed like a useless power, I mean who would think that you could use that in an actual battle, but you’d be surprised what kind of confessions you could get by the telling of musical numbers.

While you cherished your power, there were others that found it not so endearing. Peter Maximoff was included in that latter option.

While Peter tolerated most things, he didn’t typically enjoy musicals. And although you two weren’t exactly close, somewhere along the line you’ve made it your mission to hear him sing and he obviously caught onto this.

Now he didn’t avoid you entirely, for example if you were speaking he was fine being in the same vicinity, but once you started singing that was when he was out.

And at first it did irritate him, how you’d always be on the prowl trying to get him to sing, but after a while he grew accustomed to it, even grew fond of this little game the two of you created.

Which is why he was understandably confused when he’d seen you multiple times throughout a day and not once have you burst into song.

That wasn’t like you.

In all honesty he’d like to pretend it didn’t bother him but weirdly it did.

It wasn’t until that afternoon when he found you along with a few others in one of the study rooms in the X-mansion that he was compelled to ask.

At first you were just seated around one of the chairs with Kurt and Jubilee around, and you all seemed like you were genuinely having a good conversation. But still just from observing, Peter could tell there was something off.

He took it upon himself to grab a spot beside you. With Kurt and Jubilee in their own conversation and now noticing the figure next to you, you turned to him offering him a small but genuine smile. Peter wasn’t buying it.

“What’s going on with you? I mean not that I care, it's just, you’re really starting to freak me out.”

You let out a small laugh at his concerns, “Nothing, I’m fine.” You turned your attention back to the other two who suddenly became interested in what was going on.

“Something happened. You haven’t sung all day.”

While you were a little surprised by his notice, you were more annoyed by his badgering. Standing up from your chair you uttered, “nothing happened, I’m just giving it a rest that’s all.”

And with that you left the three mutants.

“What is going on?” Peter asked under his breath, growing irritated at the lack of knowledge he gained from that interaction.

That was when Kurt spoke up, “Something did happen this morning.”

Jubilee hit Kurt’s knee as a way to tell him to shut it but Peter’s look overpowered it.

“Y/n was singing this morning and Mystique wasn’t really in the mood for it.

Jubilee chimed in, “she went off, saying ‘no one likes your singing, a mutation like that is useless other than for annoyance, you would be more likable to anyone as a human’, yeah it was bad.”

“What did Y/n say back?”

“Nothing, Y/n just stood there and took it.”

“I thought it didn’t have that much of an effect but I guess it did.”

“Well sometimes that happens I know one time it happened to me—“ Jubilee started but Peter’s mind was already somewhere else.

A whole day, you were practically going a whole day without singing.

It was nearing night time now and you were alone this time in the study room that had the fireplace. At least you were alone before Peter zoomed into the chair across from you, chocolate bar in hand.

He tossed you the other one which you had no choice but to take.

You went to open the sweet treat up before you stopped and let out a deep sigh.

“Look, I know you know what happened. And yes at first I was upset by what Mystique said but the more I thought about it the more I realized how right she is. Not about everything she said, but she’s right, me? Forcing people to sing like it’s some sort of game? That’s not fun.” Peter opened his mouth to give his two cents but you beat him to it, “But at the same time it’s not my fault I can’t even go around singing my favorite songs before someone around me is forced to join in.“

Peter sat silent allowing you to fully say your piece. Because he could sense there was more to come.

“I know my power isn’t useless, I know it’s helpful, and I love how musicals and singing makes me feel. But sometimes, I wish music was just a hobby that I was great at or even just a Broadway career, instead of it being something I force on others.”

Peter tilts his head with a nod and goes to start but you speak again, “don’t even say anything. I get it alright. She’s right. I’m annoying. At some point we all wish we didn’t have powers, I know. Just leave me here to wallow please.”

Peter would’ve argued against your claims but he figured he couldn’t say anything to make you feel better. Any words that could’ve come out of his mouth probably would’ve made it worse anyway.

But he could still tell that you were bummed and something about that didn’t sit well with him.

Maybe that’s why he found himself singing the words to one of his favorite bands.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day.

Your ears shifted toward the new noise, your attention suddenly turned to the speedster.

You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way.

“What are you doing?”

Peter doesn’t even bother to answer and just continues.

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town.

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

You couldn’t help the smile that was quickly pulling at your cheeks.

Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain.

His voice wasn’t perfect but it was still charming on him.

And you are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today.

You hum along not wanting to ruin the scene he’s gifted you with.

And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.

No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

He nudges and you cave, singing along to the next few lines of Time by Pink Floyd with him. It was a small gesture from him but for you it was exactly what you needed.

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Can you write a fic where Todd speaks in brainrot gen alpha terms? I would really appreciate it!

Gen Alpha Terms

Todd Tolansky x reader

Words: 228

“…and I said to him, I do have rizz, that’s how I got you, no cap!” Shouted Todd finishing up his story. It must’ve been really funny because he was laughing hard, at least until he saw your confused expression.

“What? I thought it was funny.”

“I mean sure yeah, I would’ve too, if I knew what the hell you were saying. Rizz, gyatt, cap, sus? You sound like you’re having a stroke.”

“No, all the cool kids are using those words,” he defends.

“Why are you tryna sound like a cool kid?”

“Please, I don’t need to try I’m already cool.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at his words.

“Not when you talk like that,” his jaw dropped at your words while you backtracked a little, “all I’m saying is I liked it a lot better when I could understand my boyfriend.”

He stood up his gaze meeting yours as he neared his face close to yours.

“Aww c’mon baby, this is basic. It’s easy to understand.”

You leaned close the distance between your faces lessening as you stop a few centimeters from his, “all I know is you are giving me the ick, and if you don’t stop you are going to be single, real soon.”

His eyes widened, a little fearful, as he backed away, “alright I’m done.”

You grinned pecking his lips, “thank you.”

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I just want Todd with POC reader

Hi ~~~ I’m just clearing out my inbox and I’m answering this to let you know I’m not going to write this just cause technically I write from like my perspective and I’m a tan curly haired Hispanic girl so technically every fic is POC and I don’t really wanna make a serious fic about it because I have not been in the greatest mindset lately. But I try not to write too much specifics in my fics anyways because it’s x reader, you’re supposed to insert yourself. Anyways that’s all I have to say sorry if this makes no sense

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if you haven’t, i hope you fall in love with life again. i hope you wake up with a happy sigh, hope you feel like doing things you enjoy, hope you are surrounded by people who make you feel safe, hope you smile at yourself in the mirror.

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controversial writing tip

open a document and start writing

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Question 🤔 does anyone know of a good way to make extra cash, I’m kinda drowning this month.

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Hey guys I’m sorry for not finishing any requests I’ve gotten, I’m feeling a lot of pressure right now from school and financial issues and my dog died a few months ago and my house has been so empty. Idk when I’m gonna finish any requests so yeah I’m sorry

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Closing Shift

Tangerine x reader

Words: 595

Based off prompt: “Keep it. It looks better on you.” Gotten from somewhere on this app

Closing shift at the diner. Some people hated it, some people loved it. You were just about used to it by now. The last two hours weren’t so bad with a few stragglers coming in now and then.

But eventually it reached eleven o’clock which meant one thing, closing time. The dinner was practically empty; minus you, a coworker, and a customer that sat all the way at the end of the building.

“You want me to handle that one?” Asked your coworker who was mostly doing the clean up in the back.

“No you just keep cleaning, I got it.”

Taking a few steps closer to the figure, you took notice how the man was hunched over with one arm under his head and the other just laying palm down against the table.

It wasn’t uncommon for a customer to be passed out by the end of the night, but you never knew what you were going to get with customers like that.

“Excuse me?” Your voice was soft as you stood across from the body, trying to ease the stranger awake. You leaned nearer, “sir?”

Taking an even closer look you realized just how battered he looked, with bruises beginning to darken against his cheeks. He had a sharp nose, and a thick mustache. It was safe to say that this man was quite a looker, but you had a job to do.

Reaching out to wake the man, something shiny in the corner of your vision stopped you.

It was a ring. But not just any ring. It was honestly just about the most expensive ring you’ve ever laid eyes on.

It was gold with a design engraved into it. You didn’t know much about rings but it was gorgeous. You quickly glanced at the man briefly before taking the ring and pushing it onto your ring finger.

You admired it, turning your hand underneath the light to catch the different angles.

I wonder how many hours it would take for me to buy a ring like this? You thought sighing silently before taking the ring off. Right when you were about to set the ring down on the table the stranger shifted.

He was quick, sitting up straight and grabbing onto your wrist, stopping you from making any more movements.

He glared at you almost instantaneously while you wore an expression of guilt mixed with fear on your face, “I am so sorry. I was just trying it I swear!”

Noticing your expression then looking around as if seeming to place where he was, he released your hand along with a deep exhale.

And after that deep breath he spoke, “I didn’t mean to grab you like that, I apologize.”

“No it’s fine, I shouldn’t have even touched that,” you said your hand rubbing your wrist where he held on tight.

Wanting to move past from the moment you continued, “we’re closing so…”

He shut his eyes lines appearing on his forehead as he did so, “right. Yes, of course.”

You stepped to the side as he grabbed his long coat and slide out from the booth. Throwing it over himself he made his way to the door and that’s when you realized something.

“Hey, wait!” He turned at the sound of your voice. You held out the ring between your fingers and he glanced at it, then back at your wrist before landing on your face.

“Keep it. It looks better on you.”

And with that he turned and was out the door leaving you to wonder, what just happened?