“Damn Jackie…” X-Squad Preference

Any dude who doesn’t give his girlfriend his coat, Ororo walks up, warms the area around her and looks him in the eyes “She’s my girlfriend now.”

Other instances around the mansion have included:

Warren punching the guy if he actually says the line, and giving her his wing torn jacket.

Kurt being a blueberry cinnamon roll and always offering his coat.

Jean taking the guys jacket and giving it to the girlfriend (also wooing the girl)

And you giving Peter your jacket.

Scott is the guy who actually said “Damn Jackie” and kept going until he saw the rest of the squad and quickly handed his over, only to become very dramatic about how cold it is and shivering.

Jubilee is already freezing because she went for fashion over functional.

Peter Maximoff’s Butt hcs

With all the running Peter does it’s no surprise his ass is both firm and round, he even does a few speedy squats to make sure of it.

Peter knows he has a nice butt, and he is very happy when you start to appreciate it as well, both with squeezes, smacks and comments, he’s glad you take notice.

Comment on how cute his butt is and he’ll have a giddy little smile for hours.

Peter loves kissing you, but want to make him even happier? slip your arms around his waist while you’re smooching and give him a good ol’ squeeze to the rear.

Or give him a little smack when passing by, he’ll get spooked and blush if you come up behind him.

Holding hands is nice, but putting your hand in his back pocket is also very good.

When you really want to get Peter excited while having fun in the bedroom, bite his buttcheek. He’ll yelp and stare at you with wide eyes the first time and really hope you do it again.
If you left a bruise from your bite marks then Peter admires himself in the mirror before it fades away.

@adarkroomandawallflower did I do your husband’s ass justice?

Meeting Peter @adarkroomandawallflower

You were just sitting in a food court minding your own when Peter Maximoff, soon to be your mutant in shining banana, slides halfway across the floor in front of you like so.^^^
Except he overshot it, unknowing about the floor wax and slides all the way into a pretzel cart.
You can’t help but laugh as the banana boy scrabbles up, covered in pretzels and runs off to his red glasses wearing friend. You’re pretty sure you heard a giddy voice saying “Did you see that? I got her to laugh! told you I’d woo her Summers.“

{I’M SORRY ITS BAD BUT MERRY CHRISTMAS TO THE BEAUTIFUL MAXIMOFF QUEEN @adarkroomandawallflower}

Candy canes on every branch, garland around every banister, at least 12 new gingerbread houses over night.

The eggnog was near finished completely when you finally ventured into the kitchen, only to find your missing husband, the one who left you cold and cuddleless all night, passed out at the kitchen table with wrapping paper everywhere and a gingerbread Charles still stuck to his cheek.

Peter had left to finish his wrapping as soon as you fell asleep, barely able to force himself out of your warm hold and gather all your presents out of hiding so he could surprise you.

He hadn’t planned on passing out only 5 glasses of eggnog into the night.

Even after Hanukkah you and Peter had a pile of presents for each other being saved for Christmas, and Peter was so excited to be going to your parents on Christmas morning you weren’t sure he’d stop vibrating with excitement long enough to sleep, but even sugar highs wear down.

You shuffle towards him, still sluggish and tired and try nudging him awake.

“Pea, c’mon” you shake him arm a little rougher “it’s Christmas, wake up or Gidget will open her presents without us”

said pup was not far behind you, yawning as well before coming to see where her parents were.

But alas, you only received a garbled response of “mmmgh peppermint twinkies…for me? hehe….”

You rolled your eyes at the speedster before turning on the coffee pot and reaching to get one of the cookies long forgotten beside him.

Leaning against the table, you can’t help but smile at your beloved dork whose snoring made Gidget decide to leave already.

One crunch from your cookie was all it took though, to startle him awake enough to fall out of his chair, arms pushing the table and making wrapping paper remnants go flying before you had a chance to stop him.

“WhA? where? oh, babe!” his confusion expression turned to that of a goofy grin when he noticed you laughing beside him, cookie in hand and looking like a bed-headed angel.

“Morning sleepy head.” you took another bite of the cookie “Was the bed not good enough for you last night? or didn’t you want to cuddle.” you fake pout

“Huh? oh shIT” he panicked, quickly scrabbling up, a blur of silver and all the mess was carelessly thrown onto the table before a gust of wind blew up the staircase.

you heard a few muffled curses before he, or in this case, a short and silver haired, rather skinny looking Santa stood in front of you.

“Santa? aren’t you a bit late, coming Christmas morning and all?” you couldn’t help but tease him, in an unstuffed Santa suit with both a hat and mistletoe and reindeer antlers.

“But I-” he turned to the side and coughed, before continuing in a comically deeper voice “But I knew you were such a good girl this year that you deserved an extra special present this year! ho ho ho-ack!” he pulled the fake beard hair out of his mouth while you failed to contain your laughter.

“Well Santa, if you hadn’t slept half way through the morning maybe we could’ve exchanged gifts before me and my husband had to go…”

Peter’s face fell when he spun to look at the clock on the stove just as the coffee maker finished brewing it’s pot.

“But presentsssss!” he whined while you walked over the get a mug from the cupboards.

“Uh-uh Santa, we don’t have time. Go get dressed Pea."

"Fiiiiiineeee. But can Santy Claus get a kiss from the beautiful Mrs Maxiclaus first?” he hugs you close to brush his nose against yours.

Pushing him back you stick out your tongue “Ew no, you’re breath stinks Pea. Brush your teeth then maybe kisses. Mint flavored ones”

He pouted. He was a skinny Santa pouting before his eyes lit up, not even giving enough time for you to blink before having a candy cane sticking out of his mouth and grinning at you

“Christmas pocky?” he mumbled without dropping it from between his teeth.

“Peter no! go brush your teeth, I love you but it stinks. Horribly.” you push his chest lightly to get him out of your face.

“But it’s festive! and minty!” giving in to defeat he puts the candy cane into the left out glass of eggnog from last night before grumbling “and you’re cruel too. No kisses, no cuddles, eating my cookie.”

In 2 seconds flat you grinned feeling the little gust of wind when he appeared beside you, now dressed in his favorite ugly sweater and your favorite tight silver pants.

“I’m ready! now can we open gifts? please please please please? we still have a few minutes to spare! please gumdrop? my peppermint? Gingerbread wifey? love of my life who really wants to see what she got for Christmas?” Peter was on his knees, arms wrapped around your legs and chin resting on your stomach looking up with his best and most lethal puppy face.

“I guess we can spare time for a few gifts….Gidget is pretty patienceless afterall”

With an excited shout of “Yes!” you were lifted from the kitchen and sitting by the tree, Peter excitedly pilling presents onto your lap and strapping a little Santa hat on to Gidget.

Yeah, somehow you’d always find a bit of time to spare for him.

I wonder if Peter talks in his sleep

being seated next to him in class, Peter’s out for the count drooling on his desk and keeps mumbling, then a excited sounding “I’m Spider-Man!…zzz…spray cheese…”

{The Suit} Peter Parker drabble

“‘Nothing without the suit’?” you look at Peter incredulously. He couldn’t really believe that, right?

Peter sat on your bed while he recounted you about the days’ events, from his battle and trying to hold the ship together, to his word for word conversation with Tony Stark.
Not once did he lift his head, opting to stare at the floor dejectedly instead.

“Peter…” you walk in front of him, resting your hands on his shoulders and rubbing your thumbs softly against his shirt “That’s not true Peter, that’s not even close.”

Peter slowly looks up, tears in his eyes, with a look of sadness so pained it almost makes you cry. “How is it not true (Y/n)? I’m nothing without the suit. I’m just Peter. Not a hero, I’m nobody and nothing.” he looks back at the floor trying to choke back a sob,

It hurt you so much to see Peter like this, without his usual happy smile and not cracking any science jokes or Star Wars quotes.
Peter has been trying his best, with everything, schools and hero-ing. Doing his best and trying so hard to save everyone. He always does.
And this, more than anything else really hurt him. Especially losing the suit and because of how much he always looked up to ‘Mr. Stark’

Ironman or eggshells you didn’t care, you just want to kick his teeth out for hurting Peter.

You gently cup Peter’s cheek and make him look up at you, your voice stern and looking him in the eye "Peter, you are not ‘nothing without the suit’. The suit is nothing without you.“
Peter’s brows furrow in confusion but you continue before he can speak.

You brush away the tear gliding down his cheek "Peter, it’s a suit. Nothing more.” at this, he opens his mouth to protest. You put a finger to his lips silencing him though.

“Sure Peter, the Stark suit is a lot fancier and more high tech than the old sewn up hoodies we mashed together, but that doesn’t make it more than a suit.” Peter huffs and slumps his shoulders, turning his head to stare at the wall instead of looking at you, he feels too ashamed of himself.
You know he doesn’t believe you, and that he loves and fanboyed about that suit like it was the greatest thing on earth. But he needs to hear it.

“You were Spider-Man before you had the suit, you were a hero protecting Queens then, and you still are now.”
Peter finally gives in, looking at you with red eyes and the tiniest of smiles. He carefully wraps his arms around your waist, his head going to rest on your chest “You always know how to cheer me up (Y/n).” he breathes out quietly

You hug him closer, making him automatically nuzzle himself into your embrace and smile. “You’re still a Spider-Man Petey. Still a true hero.”
He sighs gently, feeling much better now. “You really think so?” he asks, already half asleep while you gently run your fingers through his hair.

“Of course you are little Spidey. Just not quite as fashionable.” you grin hearing his little snort at your attempted joke.

you pull back enough to lean down and kiss his forehead “You’re a hero Peter, my hero. And don’t you forget it.”
You tap his nose pulling him back against you.

@adarkroomandawallflower @writingsofawaywardnerd

The Boys And Their Hogwarts Scarves

I know dates don’t match up so modern!

Warren birb: forcing Warren to watch all the Harry Potter movies with you (he surely wouldn’t admit to reading the books but he does at night in secret when he thinks you’re fast asleep)
And one day skipping up to him happily with your hands behind your back and gesturing for him to lean down and wrapping a bright Hufflepuff scarf around his neck and he’s looking at you like your crazy “Hufflepuff? ME?” he points to his leather clad self “You’re just a big soft loveable bird and you know it” and squishing his cheeks together.

Kitty Kurt Wagner: lending Kurt your Harry Potter books to read and him just adoring them and as soon as it starts to be cold weather you surprise him by wrapping a long Hufflepuff scarf around his neck and kissing his nose with snow falling around you

Peter Maximoffer: Peter seeing both Kurt and Warren with their new scarves and wondering where his is? he knows you love Harry Potter and he even got a pair of prescription glasses just like Harry’s.
He doesn’t have to wait long when you come up behind him tying a Gryffindor scarf around his neck and he’s confused he didn’t get Hufflepuff too? he’s almost Kurt level kind? “For my brave and bold mutant boyfriend” and kiss his lips

{Peter and the Kittens}

{ A thing brought to you by my cat who never learned she is no longer a baby: }

Peter finding some abandoned kittens too young to be away from mom, he can’t leave those babies and takes them home to find they still need milk.
Think of Peter holding each squirming little squeaker and giving them tiny bottles of milk at all hours, being so overly worried when one of them falls over, carrying them everywhere in a blanket/babyholding thing and being so protecting over the fuzzy little jellybeans.

And they are Peters babies, not just anyone can touch his little preciouses. There are very few people he trusts enough to watch them at all.
(like when he goes to the bathroom for 0.03 seconds they still need to be watched) Kurt is one of them though, because Kurt absolutely loves them and Peter figures he might be ok since he’s part cat.
Whenever he is away from them at all he gets so nervous and anxious with a million bad scenarios happening to his babies he speeds back to check in seconds.

But Peter is the cutest little mama, he reads to the kittens, brushes them, pampers those little fluffers and its just so sweet you can’t help but aww and coo when you see him go past, and Peter’s had the biggest crush on you since he saw you but those kittens take all his attention, he hasn’t noticed you smitten stares until he looks up from feeding one kitten to see another wandering across the rug almost 3 feet away, he is so proud for getting that far BUT STAY WITH THE GROUP

And he sees a hand come down and gently tickle under the kittens chin making it mew and then someone crouch down, he’s ready to go full on Mom Mood on the one by his tiny child until he looks up a little, his face flushes red, his tongue is now tied so he can’t speak and he drops the milk bottle (earning protests from the hungry kit) when he sees its you petting the small kitten who is now trying to paw your fingers in battle then two more of the kittens see the new person and start wobbling your way (Peter almost feels offended when he notices)

You look up at him smiling “Hi Peter” well Peter, he can’t talk but stutters out a hi, only choking on his words twice.
You ask if you could give it a try while gesturing to the other milk bottles next to his feet, he speedily nods and hands you one of the bottles and carefully sets an unfed baby in your palm.

After that Peter somehow always finds himself and his kittens around you, and when he has to do something you’re the one who gets to look after the kittens.
He even worries slightly less! now the kittens have 2 moms, and a kitty Kurt to raise them (you convince Peter its alright to let some of his friends pet the babies, they do need interaction with others. he is wary but doesn’t think its so bad with the little runt of the litter is trying to chew on Warren’s wing.)
(and tough guy Warren who ‘doesn’t like cats’ definitely had tears of joy in his eyes when one of the kittens climbed on his knee)

After feeding the kittens one time though, probably helping peter at 3am feeding, once the kittens are all finally fed all of them full bellied and tired are curled on you and Peter, only for you to look down and see Peter is also snuggled into your side snoring quietly while latched onto your arm, you smile and kiss his forehead lightly, careful not to wake him before dozing off yourself.

Peter starts to get a little worried when the kittens are growing up though, you only hung around him to help out with the babies right? why else would you…
while the kittens, at a teen like size now are playing with a pile of toys he ‘borrowed’ he gets lost in thought, he doesn’t want you to leave.
Maybe he can find more kittens somewhere? he doesn’t realize you sat down on the floor next to him until you laced your fingers with his watching your fuzzy children play you notice Peter isn’t at his normal happiness and get concerned asking him what’s wrong.
He’s sad and doesn’t put up much resistance before telling you “now that they’re big you’re going to stop coming by us, right?” you look at him confused, how could you ever do that? f

Figuring now is as good a chance as any and bundling your nerves you lean forward till your nose touches his, one hand touching his hair lightly and watching his eyes to make sure he isn’t bothered (very shocked right now but certainly not bothered by your closeness) “Y’know….I kind of helped raise them too, even though you’re their mommy of course. But I’m kind of a parent too, right?” Peter nods slowly “Well Peter, we certainly can’t break up a family now can we?” he shakes his head just the slightest without breaking eye contact, intently awaiting your every move.

Peter’s breath hitches when you tilt your head and slowly press your lips to his, when he hesitantly kisses back you smile. pulling back you wrap your arm around him “So Peter, you’re their mommy of course it’s your call.” you smile down at the kitty chewing on Peter’s shoelace “are we a family?” Peter swears he’s never smiled so much “Y-yeah! of course, I mean they can’t just lose their other parent right? they would be devastated and chew all ufo my socks again” he says, shooting the little brown cat a playful glare.
You pull Peter closer against you and kiss the top of his head, sighing contently with Peter’s head rested on your shoulder, both of you watching your fluffy kids.

Who knew some kittens would get Peter the love of his life and you the same?

The Many Times Scotty Was In The Right Place At The Wrong Time

Ahem,

1st Occurrence: Scott making the mistake of standing a few feet from Warren, when his future s/o walks by.
Upon entering the room, Warren’s attention goes straight to you, his wings puffing out and stretching to their full glory, and promptly smacking into Scotts face knocking him backwards while he scrambles for his glasses shouting at the smitten bird in the process

2nd Occurrence: standing next to Jean in the hallway, acting ‘cool’ while she chatted with Ororo and Jubilee, safe and far away from wing fluffing mutants who want to ‘woo’ their crushes.
When on the other side of the mansion when a loud bang sounded (new mutant whose powers aren’t in full control yet) throughout the surrounding area and startling Kurt who was taking a short nap. Freaked out he BAMFs away from the sound, right next to Scott, his tail whacking a vase and him pushing Scott to land directly under the falling, and expensive heirloom vase which was previously sitting on the pedestal he was leaning on the wall next to.

3rd Occurrence: Scott was sitting in the gardens, ALONE while admiring Jean from afar, only to be slammed into by a silver blur that is Peter Maximoff who was speeding by when he saw his s/o sitting on the other side of the gardens.
Entranced by you, Peter didn’t think to stop running and hit Scott full force making them both crash to the ground, Scott’s glasses falling off and a laser beam shooting into the sky before he could close his eyes. Sadly, a fried duck landed next to him minutes later.

@writingsofawaywardnerd

Peter Parker is such a dork though? C’mon and if you know about him being Spidey (which you will, Peter Parker is literally the worst at lying) think of him knowing you like a certain hero a lot, so at the fight in Germany he’s swinging around, his phone webbed to one hand taking pictures and selfies to send you mid swing. Probably trying to get your favorites to wave or say hi to the camera because “My girlfriend is a huge fan! could you just wave at the-” before he gets hit by Redwing or giant Scott

when he gets back from Germany and you’re trying to help patch him up but he keeps squirming because he’s too excited and fangirling about everyone he saw and that he held Captain America’s shield “Can you believe it (Y/n)? I held THE Captain America’s shield! and he talked to me too! and there was this guy with a really cool metal arm, and one dude was like a cat, the Scarlet Witch was there too! and this one guy was really tiny but he got really big so I-” ‘Peter quit moving for one second! Please’

“But (Y/n) you don’t understand, it was so cool! and the new suit Mr. Stark gave me is so much more superhero-y than my old one, it’s a bit tight around-I’m not complaining though! I just need to work on my landings, and did I tell you about the Black Widow being there? and- ow, that’s still sore.”
“Sorry Peter, but getting hit with a truck will usually do that to you.” you say, pressing the ice pack against his sore arm "Also, you remember we have a test this week, right?“ Peter’s eyes widen in panic "WHAT?! oh no my homework!” *he screeches before scrambling towards his desk and fumbling for his backpack.

“Oh Peter.”