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Imagine: “It’s Always Gonna Be You.”

Requested by Anon. Includes: Anna-Marie D'Ancanto (Rogue) x Reader Request: · Hello! could i request a rogue imagine where she gets jealous or something of Kitty and then ignores reader and they have a fight but make up in the end? P.S. love your writing!

Note: Marie was the blueprint for this hairstyle before it got really popular, she's the OG.

Note revised January 31 (2022): I’ve been away for a while. I’ve finished Uni, I’m looking for a job, I got Covid from my dad, and I’m trying to get back into writing, so, by publishing the two imagines I had already written up on my laptop, I can hopefully do that. Maybe I also need to rewatch the movies and tv shows for my other account.

The rule book for the board game had been thrown somewhere behind Bobby, completely ignored, but that didn't stop anyone from making up their own rules. The kitchen was empty, leaving you and the others to play your game as loudly as you wanted to. It was also helpful that it was late at night as the dorm rooms weren't near the kitchen, so you knew you wouldn't be keeping anyone awake. Piotr took up most of the space on the leather chair underneath the window, between Bobby and Kitty, while you and Marie sat opposite Piotr. Aside from Piotr, who sat on the plush bench, the rest of you sat on your own separate wooden chair, although Kitty didn't have any armrests on hers, so she decided to share yours, as you were seated next to her, while Marie and Bobby were seated closer together. Bobby had periodically cooled down everyone's drinks, occasionally taking a sip out of everyone's bottle—as payment for the cold drink. Marie kept pulling the material of her gloves back up her arms every so often as they slowly inched back down, exposing her skin. Piotr kept complaining when you ate most of the snacks, keeping the bag of cheese balls on your lap so he didn't eat all of them himself.

As the game continued, more and more rules were being made up, each one as creative and as obscure as the last. No one knew what the original game was meant to be, or how to play it, but no one cared as everyone had pitched in with at least three or four new additional rules every time it was their turn. Marie has been keeping track by writing them all down, as she had the neatest handwriting out of everyone—while you occasionally fed her some of the cheese puffs so she wouldn't get her gloves dirty. Piotr's last rule was the dumbest by far and had nothing to do with the game, but it was an additional game to be played within the game if a certain number had been rolled with the dice. Kitty had rolled a five, which meant she had to enforce Piotr's rule.

With a laugh, she turned her chair to face you, with you doing the same to her. There wasn't enough space around the circular kitchen table, so your legs had to be fitted between each other. She raised her hands, and you did the same, placing yours over her's, both palms facing down. Piotr had decided to be the ref this time around and started a countdown before Kitty had to attempt to slap the backs of your hands. Bobby had started laughing when she missed the first time, leaning back in his chair while she told him to shut up. Kitty managed to hit you the second time—but it was best two out of three, so the next time was the tiebreaker. Before she could go again, Marie had pushed away from the table abruptly, causing silence to fall upon the group.

All eyes turned to look at her as she stood up from her chair and began to make her way out of the kitchen, her head held high, all signs pointing towards her being upset—something had pushed her over the edge, but none of the group could figure out what it was. It wasn't until you caught the final glimpse of her leaving, almost missing that she looked down to her gloved hands, that you had realised the issue. You turned to the others and apologised, gently pushing your chair out from the table and getting up. Kitty furrowed her eyebrows and placed her hand on your upper arm, momentarily stopping you from following after Marie to talk to her.

"Everything okay?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I'm just going to make sure she's okay."

"Want us to wait for you guys before we continue?" Kitty pointed to the game, her hand hovering over the Twister wheel, with the arrow pointed at the red colour. She was still looking at you, slightly worried for her friend, but also hoping that everything was alright.

You paused, looking at the board game. It had random pieces of other board games scattered about, including the Twister wheel, chess pieces, monopoly pieces and money, Uno cards, and dominoes. Both Marie and yourself had monopoly pieces on the same square, neither one of you were close to winning—although you doubted there would be any winners with no clear idea how to play the game in the first place. "Uh, no, count both of us out, we're losing anyway."

Piotr leaned over the board, staring at the pieces, his finger was placed over his Rook, wiggling it slightly before he looked back up at you. "Really? I thought you were winning."

"You sure?" She asked again, ignoring Piotr.

"Absolutely. I'll see you guys tomorrow." You nodded, sending her a comforting smile.

"Okay." Kitty let go of your arm, picking up her drink to take a sip.

Bobby nodded his head at you. "G'Night, and say g'night to Rogue from all of us as well, would ya?"

"Yeah, I will. Bye guys." The bag of cheese balls was placed on your chair as you moved away from the table.

The others chimed their farewells while you walked out of the kitchen, staring down the dark corridor, wondering where Marie had gone off to. Turning left, you started walking down the corridor and towards the doors to the garden, glancing out the glass windows to try and see her. She had a tendency to go out to the gardens at night when something had been bothering her, you figured this situation would be no different. Slowly, you turned the handle of the door and pushed it open, straining your ears, trying to determine whether or not you could hear her. When you heard a sniff, you sighed quietly and began walking towards the garden on the other side of the hedges. The door closed behind you with a click, and the stones beneath your shoes had crunched. As you turned the corner, rounding the hedges, you spotted Marie with her arms wrapped around her body, her shoulders shaking as she cried quietly to herself.

"Marie?" You called out to her quietly, catching her attention.

She sniffed, wiping at her eyes with the backs of her gloved hands, turning around to face you with her head looking down. "What are you doing out here?"

"I could ask you the same thing. Is everything alright?"

"Fine," she replied courtly.

You cleared your throat and stepped closer to her, making sure to go slowly so you didn't make her feel trapped. "We both know that's a lie. I'm not leaving until I know you're okay."

"I said I'm fine."

"And I know that's a lie. You wouldn't be out here crying if you were."

She looked up at you with a huff, clearly having expected you to accept her answer and leave her. "Just go back inside and finish your game."

"'Our' game, Marie. You were playing as well."

Marie shrugged. "I was losing, it doesn't matter."

You held up your hand. "Apparently we were winning."

"How?"

"I really don't know, probably should have been keeping score."

She looked down, her shoe poking at one of the stones in front of her. "Sorry if I ruined the game."

"You could never."

Marie forced a small smile. "Thanks," her voice was quiet, clearly not wanting to speak up in case you heard the sadness in her voice—but you knew her, you already knew she was upset.

"Please tell me what's bothering you, I want to help. I don't like seeing you like this."

With the shake of her head, she sat down on the bench behind her. "You can't."

"I can always try. Even if I can't, at least help me to understand, so I can figure out how I can help."

"You can't help," she told you again with the shake of her head. "Not unless you can get rid of my powers. Unless you can fix me."

"'Fix' you? Marie, there's nothing about you that needs to be fixed." You made your way to the space on the bench beside her. "These powers you have, they aren't something that needs to be fixed because there's nothing wrong with them." You placed your hand over hers, feeling the soft material of the gloves as you rubbed your thumb over the back of her hand. But she was quick to pull her hand away, tucking it close to her chest as she crossed her arms. It pained you to see her this way, there was a tugging in your chest just hearing her talk about herself in that way. "Marie… please."

Marie sighed, shaking her head faintly. "It's just… with my powers, I ruin everything. There's always a risk that I could hurt you or the others, and it sucks that you and Kitty can just touch hands like that with no problem, but, with me, I'm always going to need to wear gloves, I'm never going to be able to touch someone without causing them pain. I guess… I guess seeing you and Kitty tonight just made me realise that I want to be able to do that with you as well. I got a little bit jealous, because I know we can never be more than friends, that we can never hold hands or do things like everyone else can. There's always going to be something that stops us from getting close."

"Marie, we can find a way—"

"What if we can't? You know I like you, but nothing could ever happen between us like it can you Kitty and you…"

"I don't want anything to happen with Kitty and me though."

"Why?"

"But it's you, Marie. It's always gonna be you. I like you, I really like you, and I'm willing to do anything to prove that, to find a way where we can be together without worrying."

"Promise?"

"I swear, Marie. You're worth all the time and effort that it's going to take, I promise."

#Anna Marie #Rogue #x men #anna marie imagine #rogue imagine #x men imagine #imagine

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xmenimagine · 3 years ago

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Imagine: Bad Signals.

Requested by spicyveganfun. Includes: Erik Lehnsherr x Male!Reader Request: · Hiya! Would you consider writing an Eric x Male reader who is a psychic( Psychometry,Intuition, Clairsentience, Telekinesis) and is crushing on Eric big time and is heavily aware of Eric's feelings towards him and doesn't want to push Eric into being ready to deal with a relationship or know he was prying. Meanwhile Eric thinks thinks the reader just doesn't like him romantically. Charles is fed up with watching them dance around each other so he decided to intervene. · Also could reader please be shorter than Eric I'm 5'6. I read fics and it says something like " your eyes are lined up perfectly" 😔I ain't eye level with anyone lmao Ability/Abilities: 1) Psychometry-Ability to relate details about the past or future condition of an object or location, usually by being in close contact with it. 2) Innate Capability-Ability to know or understand something without the need of studying or previous experience. 3) Clairsentience-Ability to feel the present, past or future physical and emotional states of others, without the use of the normal five senses. Often able to retrieve information from houses, public buildings and outside areas. 4) Telekinesis-Ability to move and, otherwise, exert forces on targets with one's mind, and manipulate objects and matter with one's mind.

Note: weirdly enough, whenever I see imagines other people have written, the reader is always 5’0 to 5’3. And I’m over 5’7, I’m not struggling to reach shelves, I’m not always on my tiptoes, I’m not doing like 99% of the shit most writers say the reader is, which is why I tend to not include height at all. Also, Erik is 6’0, most people aren’t going to eye-level or lining up perfectly

My brother is 6’0 tho and he doesn’t seem that much taller when I’m next to him, probably because it’s not that of a height difference, but still

ALSO, I CHANGED THE NAMES OF THE ABILITIES BC I USE A WEBSITE AND I JUST USE THE NAME THAT THEY USE SO IF I USE THE SAME POWER IN THE FUTURE, I KNOW WHAT TO LOOK FOR

I didn't include all of them because there was a lot and I wasn't sure where to go with this so it would have been overkill. Or did I? I don't even know. I wrote this in sections, like months apart, so I'm not really sure if they are included correctly or not.

Note revised July 3rd: Not super long. Not sure if I like all of it. It feels kinda rushed, but I can't think of anything else for it.

Note revised January 31 (2022): It’s been a loooooooong time folks

The sun had just begun to set. The sky was painted in blues and purples, slowly fusing with oranges and pinks the closer it got to the horizon. There was a gentle breeze, it was warm, and it felt comforting as it grazed your skin. No one else was outside, not anymore at least. You could feel the presence of the others still lingering in the area where you now stood, even if they had left a few hours ago. There were some sharp, but mostly unclear, images that flashed in your mind as you stood still. Both Erik and Charles had made their mark on the gravelled stone beneath the soles of your shoes, even if they didn't realise it. Everything leaves a mark, everything has something that remains, even after it's long gone. Their voices waved in and out of the moment as you closed your eyes, trying to focus while the heat of the setting sun had warmed your face. The sounds merged, slowly stitching together until you could just about make out what was being said, even if it sounded like it was mostly underwater. After a deep breath in, feeling the energy pass through your body, you breathed out, opening your eyes to see ghostly silhouettes of past Erik and Charles.

Erik shook his head while rolling his eyes before he turned to look away from Charles, who seemed to ask a lot of questions about things he shouldn't be asking about. He rested his hands on the low stone wall in front of himself, feeling the rough grit of the half wall that overlooked the rest of the garden. You could sense that Erik was on edge, that his anger was rising, and that he was trying to build a mental wall up between himself and Charles—who simply stood with his hands in his pockets, his back was straight, and his eyes never once shifted to look away from Erik. Charles was calm, although slightly annoyed, beginning to become frustrated, although not as frustrated as Erik was as his hands gripped the wall tighter.

"You have no idea what you're talking about," he muttered through clenched teeth.

"Don't I?" Charles asked while tapping his temple with two fingers.

Erik turned his head to look at Charles. "Did I say you could do that?"

Charles smiled faintly. "I knew you never would, so I had to. You need to know that it's okay, that you're not the only one who—"

"Who what, Charles?" He yelled, stepping away from the wall, the stones underneath his shoes crunched quietly. "You always seem to think that you know what's best, but, for once, you don't know anything. You don't know what's going on, no matter how much you think you do. So, just drop it!"

"Erik—"

"Just stop! These are my feelings involved here, not yours, you don't get to meddle, or intervene, you don't get to do anything because you know for a fact it won't be you getting hurt. I don't care why you believe you're doing this, but I need you to stop. I need to you listen to me and just stop. Stop before you do something that ruins this any further." Erik's harsh words caused you to flinch. He didn't wait to hear what Charles would say next as he walked away, his shoulder collided with Charles', who simply stumbled from the force, not once making a move to stop him and continue the, clearly unwanted, conversation. You watched with a small frown on your face, not liking how upset Erik had been. His ghost passed through you, and you turned to watch his retreating figure, the ghost soon disappeared for good as it reached the second step. You knew Erik had made his way back into the mansion and towards his room. Charles' ghost sighed, and before you could turn back and look at him, he was gone.

With a sigh of your own, you looked over to where the sun was barely peeking over the trees. Some part of you knew how Erik was feeling, for you at least, but you were still trying to get used to your abilities, to control them, to truly understand what it was that you were feeling. You knew what love was, long before you ever got to experience it yourself. But you had also known denial and heartbreak like the back of your hand. As you turned to walk up the small set of stairs, and back into the mansion, you lifted your hand, twitching it slightly, and as you did so, the door in front of you opened, allowing you to walk in without stopping. The door closed softly behind you as you made your way to the stairs leading up to the bedrooms.

The voices of Charles and Erik had grown louder and clearer as you made your way down the stairs. Their voices carried from one of the rooms filled with books—that had been well-loved and taken care of over the years but were now beginning to collect the settling dust. Your stride had slowed as you got closer to the door, hearing their argument becoming filled with anger and annoyance, much like their previous conversation earlier that morning. The light that peaked out from underneath the door was now slightly blocked by the presence of someone walking across the room, the shadow filtering across the wooden floorboards. At the sound of your name being mentioned, you stepped closer, barely making out Erik's hushed tone. The door quickly opened and Charles stepped half out of the room, one hand shoved in his trouser pocket, while the other motioned for you to enter the room. Realising you had been caught, you slowly walked inside.

"Everything okay?" You asked softly, looking between the two of them.

Erik, glaring at Charles, muttered through gritted teeth, "Everything is fine."

"Everything is not fine!" Charles argued loudly.

"Don't," Erik warned.

"I'm tired of this, I'm putting an end to it!"

Erik huffed, shaking his head. "It's not your place to say anything."

"It is when it's affecting your control, your concentration, your sleep, your happiness."

"What's going on?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to hide the shaking of your hands by hiding them, squeezing them tight to your chest.

"You two are the masters of sending bad signals. For the love of all that is good, you like Erik, and Erik, as I was trying to say before, he likes you back. I'm tired of listening to the both of you, just… pining after one another." Charles turned to face you, sending you an apologetic half-smile, sighing as he understood the stress that he had caused by taking matters into his own hands, not once consulting you. "Yes, I get it, you didn't want to force Erik to admit how he felt, but he obviously needed the push, so I pushed. He thought you had no romantic feelings towards him, so he never made any move to show you he had them for you—you distanced yourself too much, I mean, I understand why, but it obviously wasn't going the way you had planned for it to go." He then turned to Erik. "And you, just take a damn chance, would you? You stare longingly, you make an effort to help him whenever you can, you put the work in, but you back out at the last minute. You're both as bad as each other. The whole 'dancing around' each other, and your feelings, have only made something, that's meant to be easy, more difficult and painful. So, talk it out, be open… communicate. I'm going to bed."

Charles let out a sigh, feeling the weight lifting off his shoulder before he turned and walked out of the room, leaving both you and Erik to stare after his retreating figure, unable to process that he had just outed the both of you to each other as if it wasn't something you were trying to let happen naturally. You turned away from the door and looked down at the floor, feeling the beating of your heart hammering at your chest, a heavy feeling beginning to sink in your stomach. Erik had continued to look at the door, despite the fact that Charles wasn't going to return. The look on his face conveyed shock, and slight horror before he tried to neutralise his expression when he glanced over to you.

"So, uh…" Erik cleared his throat.

"The feelings mutual, just so you know." You shrugged, staring at the herringbone floor, rather than him.

"He wasn't lying?" Erik asked quietly.

You shook your head, furrowing your eyebrows. "No. He wasn't lying. I didn't say anything because I knew you weren't ready to accept how you felt. I know the relationships you have had in the past… how they ended… and I didn’t want to add any more strain on top of that. I wanted you to be comfortable with yourself and how you were feeling before I ever tried to show you that I felt the same. I'm sorry if I had come across as uninterested, that couldn't be any further from how I actually feel about you, Erik. I like you; I have for a while now. I understand if you still need some time to think things over and to get your mind settled, I'm more than happy to wait, so long as it's your choice as to when things move forward, if that's what you want, of course." You cleared your throat, looking up from the floor and to him. "I've waited this long; I can wait a little longer."

Erik clenched his jaw and shifted on his feet, his hands twitched at his sides as he let out a breathy laugh, licking his bottom lips before he nodded faintly, a smile beginning to grow on his face. "How about not waiting at all?"

#Erik Lehnsherr #magneto #x men #erik lehnsherr imagine #magneto imagine #x men imagine #imagine

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xmenimagine · 4 years ago

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23 today

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xmenimagine · 4 years ago

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Hi! I noticed that your requests were open! Could you do a The Gifted imagine for Phoebe or Sophie Frost x platonic! reader where the reader is afraid of storms and the frost sisters calmm her down?

My requests are always open, I never close them on any of my accounts. I haven’t actually finished watching The Gifted, and I don’t really know much about the characters/ I’ve forgotten most of the show, so I won’t be able to write this request

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xmenimagine · 4 years ago

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Like I’ve said before, as well as stated in my bio, just send in requests if you have them, don’t ask if my requests are open.

My inbox has always been set as open to you guys, it always has and always will be, which is why you can send them whenever. You don’t need to ask me if you can send them, just do it.

I’ll get around to writing them when I can, just send them in.

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xmenimagine · 4 years ago

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Imagine: "Turn A Blind Eye?"

Requested by Anons. Includes: No Specified Character. Request: · Could you write something where the reader is a new student and she is like toph from atla. Like she is blind, has a mutation that allows her to control the earth, never backs down from a fight, independent and she's brutally honest, makes jokes about her disability · Could you wright something on were the reader is very blunt and unintentionally roasts everyone and she gets kidnapped by the brotherhood and they just roast the absolute shit out of them. Ability: Earth and stone manipulation-Ability to control earth; sand, stone, rock, lava, dirt, or other minerals

Note: I’ve never seen atla, or anything to do with that fandom/universe, so I have no idea who that is. Decided to put these two together bc I wouldn’t be able to write much for either.

I'm using a few of the members from The Last Stand, but it's been a while since I've watched it and I never really took an interest in the brotherhood so sorry if some of it is wrong, but at the same time, I don't care??

Each of them had subtly exchanged glances for the tenth time in the last five minutes, none of them quite knowing how to approach the situation before them. Mystique flinched and glared at you when you let out another loud laugh—loud and unprompted. From the corner of the room, Pyro had repeatedly flickered on a small flame in the palm of his had before closing his fist around it, extinguishing it, the smoke slowly seeping out from between his fingers. Magneto stood in front of you with his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, sighing in annoyance when he heard you laugh again. Juggernaut had been staring at you ever since they managed to find you and get you tied up to the chair, his eyes focused on the heavy scaring across both of your eyes, over the bridge of your nose, and slightly spread up your forehead and down your cheeks. Whatever had blinded you, managed to completely scar and destroy the skin around your eyes. Your actual eyes, however, were almost completely white, there was a milky colour that covered your pupils and iris', although, if he looked hard enough, he could faintly make them out. That fact alone creeped him out when he saw them shift side to side as if you could actually see.

When you laughed again, this time snorting, the ground had lightly tremored. Magneto looked from the ground and up at you, raising an eyebrow, suddenly knowing that you could control the earth, which had also explained why the cliff they had cornered you at seemed to jut out further over the water’s edge more than he had anticipated. Whatever was making you laugh like an insane person, had caused you to stomp your foot a few times as your laughter got louder. The ground beneath your shoe had split open, a crack shot out in front of you, while the ground shook again and dust dropped down from the ceiling. He hadn't expected you to be this difficult. He had been keeping an eye on the students at the mansion, waiting for the right time to make his move, and when word got to him that there was a new student, a level five student, he knew that they would come looking for you sooner or later. Another laugh erupted from your throat, and three, jagged pillars of earth shot up from the ground around you, one of them almost hit one of the legs of the chair that you were on.

Magneto opened his mouth, planning on telling you to shut up when you had fallen silent rather abruptly, no longer moving in the chair. "Do any of you want to play a board game or something?"

Mystique stepped closer to Magneto and leaned towards him. "Is she serious?"

"Of course, I am, you dry blue bitch. I can literally hear your crunchy skin from all the way over here. Have you ever heard of moisturiser?"

Pyro chuckled from the corner, ducking his head as Mystique quickly looked back at him with a scowl. "Shut up," she hissed at him before turning to look at you. "You can't even see me."

"Doesn't mean my other senses have stopped working," you replied, smacking your lips together a few times before you tilted your head towards where Juggernaut was still standing, he shifted uncomfortably. "Got anything to drink? I'm a little parched."

"Don't encourage her," Magneto spoke before Juggernaut could, and he held his hand out to silence him.

"Damn, you treat all your guests like this?"

"You're not a guest."

"Why you gotta do me like this? I thought we were friends, you know, one of those duos where the really old man is grouchy, but he has a soft spot for the lovable youth that tags along with him on his unlikely adventures."

Mystique glared at you, before glancing over at Magneto. "Just let me kill her."

"Aw, c'mon, I thought—"

"We aren't killing her, we need her," Magneto snapped at Mystique.

With pursed lips, and your head tilted slightly, you chuckled. "Oh, well, whaddya know, you need me."

"Not for long," Mystique growled back.

"Sis, you need a nap, being all cranky and crusty, it ain't cute."

"Are you ever not annoying?" Magneto spoke through gritted teeth.

With a shrug, and a fake pout you replied, "No, I guess not. You could always turn a blind eye? Ignore it, you know? Or, now I'm just spitballin' here, you could just let me go? You guys are kinda bland. Like maybe a two out of ten on the 'would I want to hang out again' scale."

"'Hang out'? We aren't hanging out!"

"Yeah, I know, because hanging out would imply that we were having fun, but this is just boring." They stared at you, no one making an effort to try and entertain your odd behaviour. "You got any snacks?"

That was apparently the last straw. Magneto threw his hands up in the air and turned around, not bothering to reply to you. He left the room, with the others soon filtering out after him, leaving only yourself in the room alone. You, although it made no difference, turned your head slightly so your ear was facing the area they had once been standing in. "You guys still there? Is that a no on the snacks? Guys?"

#x men #x men imagine #Erik Lehnsherr #magneto #erik lehnsherr imagine #magneto imagine #Raven Darkholme #raven darkholme imagine #mystique #mystique imagine #imagine

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xmenimagine · 4 years ago

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Imagine: Adoration.

Requested by Anon. Includes: Kurt Wagner x Reader Request: · 👉👈could you write a fluffy Kurt scenario just pure cuddly fluff🥺 (If not it's fine) Ability: Music instrument manipulation-Ability to create, summon, manipulate any/all music instruments with perfect skill.

Note: I don’t know why, but I don’t really like Kurt that much, I don’t really care for his character. I always feel like whatever I write for him is boring, no matter what the request is

Also, I kinda hate these types of requests bc you give me no info to work with. It’s great that you want fluff and all but I don’t know what sort of scenario you’re looking for. I need more information than just ‘fluff’ to actually write something.

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— Currently deciding whether or not I will continue to write for Kurt in the future, or if I will stop writing for him like I did with Fred Dukes —

A light, soothing melody sang softly from the piano that sat in the corner of the room, the keys moving on their own. It was a simple tune, nothing too extravagant, but it set the mood. The lights had been turned off, leaving only the flickering glow that came from the candles that were placed around the room. Kurt had his right hand on your lower back, while his left hand was holding yours over his chest where his heart was as he swayed the both of you to the music you commanded. The look on his face brought a smile to yours as he gazed upon you with a look of pure adoration and love that you had never experienced before. He pressed his forehead against yours and kept his eyes locked with yours, allowing him to lose himself in both the music and you. Your left hand moved from his shoulder to the nape of his neck, where you had run your fingers through his hair, your nails lightly scratching at his skin. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled, his lips parting, showing the whites of his teeth before he softly laughed at your actions, barely shaking his head before he closed his mouth, trying to stop himself from smiling as much.

Being alone together, in that moment, was exactly what the two of you needed after what had felt like an eternity apart. Between training, lessons, and the occasional mission that he was swept away on, you had barely seen each other. It wasn't until a few weeks later that Kurt had had the final straw of not being able to relax with you, that he appeared in your room at three in the morning and transported you to an empty room, decorated with burning candles, a single piano placed in the corner of the room where the furniture, that was usually placed in the centre, had been pushed to the sides, leaving a large enough space for the two of you to comfortably be in each other's embrace, slowly swaying to the music. He breathed in, holding it for a few seconds before breathing out as if the weight had lifted from his shoulders and a sense of peace had washed over him. From where his hand had held yours to his chest, you could feel the steady beating of his heart, your thumb gently rubbing the material of his shirt. It was as if time had stood still.

"I love you," he had whispered, although you both knew that he didn't need to say it out loud, you were able to feel just how much he loved you with the simplest of touches.

A delicate smile tugged at your lips nonetheless as you hummed, tilting your head up ever-so-slightly to brush your nose against his, and, with a look of love that you could have only hoped had matched his own, you whispered back, "I love you."

#Kurt Wagner #nightcrawler #x men #kurt wagner imagine #nightcrawler imagine #x men imagine #imagine

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xmenimagine · 5 years ago

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Am I the only one missing Jean around here? Since the new X-Men movies thing ended, I feel like there's less content for her (not so for chars like Warren or Scott -_-). The problems with loving an underrated character, amirite?

I don’t read anyone else’s work. I wouldn’t know. It all depends on what gets requested and what gets written.

#also not really sure why you’re asking me when I’ve written the same amount for all of them #I also haven’t seen the new movie #I’ve also written more for Jean fairly recently than I have for either Scott or Warren

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xmenimagine · 5 years ago

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Here to say, that i love all the things you write, and appreciate all the content u gave us 🥺 ur just the best ily.

Thank you, this is very sweet. I’m glad you enjoy what I write :)

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xmenimagine · 5 years ago

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Imagine: He’s Not You.

Requested by Anon. Includes: Scott Summers x Reader Request: · hear me out, reader is friends with scott summers and he has a big ol crush on them but alex visits and reader thinks he’s cute and scott gets all jealous but fluffy ending with reader and scott getting together

Note: the point of view kinda changes, but it is still my usual style of writing if that makes sense. The ending isn't that good, but what do you expect, I'm not good at endings

There was a flutter in his chest, an undeniable flutter, and it was one that he had grown familiar with. Just the sound of your laugh alone had brought a smile to his face, a smile that he couldn't help but have. It was discreet, at first, he fought hard to keep it hidden, as he worried that someone would have noticed it—or perhaps you would have noticed—but, in the end, he couldn't fight the feelings he had towards you, he couldn't hold them down or suppress the way he felt. It almost seemed criminal to do so at this point. He glanced over at you, taking in the grin on your face, how your eyes were squeezed shut, and how your hands were clutching the material of one of his own jumpers, that he thought he had lost, while you leaned forwards and laughed. God, he would never be tired of hearing you laugh like that, or seeing you like that, in his own clothes nonetheless. It drove him insane, in a good way. However, a lump got caught in this throat when he allowed himself to come back down to earth. There was one problem, and that problem was the fact that Alex was the reason why you were laughing.

Alex had shown up to the mansion, unexpectedly. The weather had been terrible. There had been snowstorms for almost four days, and the snow piled up fast. Roads had closed, cars had been swallowed up in thick heaps of dusty, white, snow, that was slowly melting and freezing until it was nearly impossible to even get to the metal exterior of the vehicles, and businesses had also taken the hit and suffered slightly—unless, of course, people were desperate, or crazy, and braved the weather to stock up on supplies. Scott looked over at his older brother and frowned. Alex was seated in the middle of the cushions on the other sofa, opposite the two of you. His arms had spread across the tops of the back cushions, and his fingertips nearly reached the full length, while he sat slightly slouched, clearly relaxed as he laughed along with you. The ends of Alex's hair still dripped, and the water dropped onto his shoulders and part of the cushions. He had clearly been crazy enough to brave the weather and make his way to the mansion.

Scott forced out his own chuckle, despite not actually hearing what Alex had said, and he leaned forwards to grab the handle of his cup of hot chocolate. He brought the cup up to his lips and paused. His fake laugh had ceased almost immediately as a blank look set on his face. There was no way that he could lose you to Alex, right? He zoned out momentarily, before blinking himself back into the moment where he took a sip and placed his cup back down on the coaster. His zoned-out, worrisome thoughts made him look back at you—jeez, he felt as if he wasn't even there with the two of you, it was as if he was just some sort of ghost invading on some kind of date. Alex had let out a loud laugh again, no doubt still laughing at the same thing—damn, how much time had passed?—Scott looked over at him again, he felt like he was watching a tennis match, and Alex leaned his head back against the cushions. Once more, Scott glanced at you and a faint red blush spread across your cheeks while his chest began to hurt. He wanted to scream.

As Alex leaned his head back, his loud laugh caused his shoulders to shake. The room had been empty, aside from the three of you, and the only other source of sound came from the crackling wood pieces set in the fireplace as the fire burned, and the heat slowly began to fill the chilled room. A warmth began to spread across your cheeks, only, it wasn't the heat from the fireplace that caused it. It was because Alex had just done the same thing Scott would usually do when he laughed like that. You never really took notice of it before, you just simply accepted it as a 'Scott-like' action, but after seeing Alex do it as well? There was a strange feeling in your stomach and your chest. Alex breathed in deeply as he continued to laugh. Although their laughs were practically exact copies of one another, there was a slight difference. Usually, when Scott laughed, after he had tilted his head back, he would also let out a short snort, setting himself off again in a fit of laughter. It was unapologetically endearing, and you loved remembering every single second of it.

There had been a power cut. The whole mansion went dark. It was around Halloween, so the timing couldn't have been any better. In fact, Scott decided it was a great time to tell ghost stories. You had expected others to show up with him when he knocked on your bedroom door, however, it was only him who walked in. He had made a beeline towards your bed, and, as he sat down and got comfortable, he had one of your fluffy blankets wrapped around his body, even covering the top of his head, his face was the only part of him that you could see in the mound of fluff. You sat opposite him, grabbing another blanket off of your bed to wrap around yourself, in the same way that Scott had done, and you crossed your legs, grinning as he pushed his hand out of the blanket cocoon he made for himself, with a flashlight gripped in his hand, shaking it lightly—it rattled a little as he did, the old torch was barely holding together, but he duct-taped it to be 'good as new', and he wasn't complaining about it, so you didn't either.

"—But when they opened the—"

"Look, I know you're trying to tell me ghost stories, but I can only see your face and, with the way you've cocooned yourself with my blanket, your face just looks like a circle with red sunglasses and I'm trying not to laugh."

Scott lowered the torch from his face and pouted. "You ruined my story."

"I'm sorry, Scott, but I couldn't concentrate on it when all I could see was your face as a circle."

"I'm not a circle!"

"Your face is."

"No, it is not!"

"Go look in my mirror."

Scott huffed and shuffled off your bed. He pointed the light back on his face and looked towards your mirror before he let out a loud laugh, dropping the torch in the process. He bent forwards slightly, turning towards you. His unnaturally loud laugh rose in volume as he stood back up straighter, and tilted his head back. At that angle, he couldn't help but snort as he breathed in, causing him to laugh even louder. At the sound, you finally allowed yourself to laugh, squeezing your eyes shut as you gripped onto the blanket to keep it wrapped around your body, you leaned forward as your body shook with laughter. You could feel your eyes watering, but, at that moment, you couldn't care less. It was a moment you would share with Scott and Scott alone. Nothing else could really compare.

This wasn't the first time that Alex had taken something away from Scott. It happened quite often. Usually, it was Alex that drew the attention away from Scott when he stepped into the room, girls would swoon over him and leave Scott in an instant. There was a worrying thought in the back of his mind that made him think that this was one of those moments. But you weren't someone Scott could just give up easily. He wasn't going to let his brother win this time. Scott deserved to have the attention on him, for once, and he was determined to catch and hold the attention of you. Scott glared at Alex from across the table after he managed to make you laugh again. Alex simply grinned and shrugged, running his hand through his slightly damp hair before wiping the excess water off on the small towel he had been given when he arrived. Although Alex had been at the mansion for almost two hours, his hair was still damp, and his coat, which was left hanging up on one of the coat racks close to the fireplace to dry off, was still dripping—leaving a small puddle of water underneath it to slowly spread. Alex gently threw the small towel onto the coffee table, and it landed next to his own cup of hot coffee.

"What made you decide to come up here?" Scott asked, leaning back against the sofa as he stared at his older brother.

Alex simply shrugged. "Got bored."

"So, you decided to come here, even when the weather is like this?"

He grinned. "Even when the weather is like this," Alex repeated in a cool, somewhat teasing, voice, most likely catching on to the fact that Scott was annoyed with him. "You sound like you don't want me to be here, I'm hurt." He placed his hand over his chest, mockingly, as if he was actually wounded.

"Of course, Scott is happy that you're here!" You spoke up before Scott could, which probably saved him a lot of trouble, as he was sure he'd lose his temper and say something he would inevitably regret later on. "Right?" He heard you ask, and he turned to lol at you.

There you were, with that soft, effortless smile, looking at him in a way that made him feel like he was the only other person in the world, next to yourself of course. Scott doubted he'd like to live in a world where you didn't exist. "Yeah," he finally answered, although his voice was quiet, almost silent. "Of course." He cleared his throat, sitting up straighter. Scott finally managed to tear his gaze from you and to his brother, where he shifted once more, feeling slightly uncomfortable due to the knowing look Alex was giving him. "I'm happy you're here, Alex."

"Good, 'cause it looks like I'm going to be staying here for a while," Alex informed him, glancing behind the two of you and out the window that overlooked the gardens.

Scott turned to look at noticed the smooth white blanket of snow that made its way up to the first panel of glass on the panelled windows. Great, Scott thought, knowing that it was only going to get worse, as the snowstorm wasn't easing up, and most likely wouldn't be for another few days. The dark clouds in the sky made it look later in the day than it was. It was getting darker outside, despite it being so white outside, due to the snow. He glanced sideways to you, looking at the side of your face as you had also turned to look outside. Scott's eyes slowly traced the outline of your face, unable to stop the faint smile that pulled at his lips. He was so utterly and completely screwed. Just the thought of you alone practically rendered him useless, but seeing you up close, merely inches away from him, while you were off in your own head, made him fall even more for you. He wasn't great with words, at least ones that conveyed how he felt for you, but his actions spoke louder than words, even the subtle looks of adoration and the soft smiles he had reserved only for you, had proven that what he felt for you was real, more real than anything he had ever felt before, which made him all the more worried that Alex would take you away from him.

The curtains in his room were drawn together, keeping out what little light that the moon gave off from leaking in through the window, even during the slightly cloudy night. The popcorn bowl was left forgotten on his bedside table, while the covers were pulled up, covering the both of you. It had been a movie night, but you had been struggling to stay awake for a while, and ultimately fell asleep with your head on his chest, your arm lazily resting over his stomach. He looked away from the screen and down at you. Scott smiled to himself, the corners of his lips tugged up, and he tried to fight it, but it was only the two of you in his room, surrounded by the soft glow of his TV as the movie continued to play quietly. He gave up, knowing it was pointless trying to stop the smile you caused. He lifted the remote and turned the TV off, placing the remote on the table next to the popcorn bowl. He turned to look back at you, struggling slightly to see you well as the room had become darker. He shifted carefully to lay down in a more comfortable position, with you still tucked at his side. Scott gently placed his arm around you, hesitating before his hand made contact with your side. He had been holding his breath.

A silent sigh of relief escaped his lips as he looked down at your face, craning his neck slightly, but not uncomfortably, as he watched you sleeping peacefully. His own eyes felt heavy, and he was barely able to keep them open, but he wanted to stay awake just long enough to remember the outline of your features, although deep down he knew he had already memorised every inch of your face by heart. A lazy grin broke out on his when you scrunched your face up as you slept, squeezing your arm around him slightly before you settle comfortably once more. Scott lowered his other hand to rest over yours, feeling the heat from your skin against the palm of his hand. He yawned to himself, letting his head sink into his pillow more before his eyes closed, finally allowing himself to fall asleep. The peaceful, serene look on your face flashed behind his closed eyelids, and he didn't mind one bit.

Alex had dropped his arms from the back of the sofa and let his palms slap his thighs before he sat up straighter. He looked down at his, now empty, coffee cup, before he picked up the small towel that he had been using to dry his hair. You smiled at him, knowing he was probably ready to head off to bed, he had been yawning quite a lot for the past ten minutes, and you were sure you saw him fighting to stay awake in the last two minutes. You grabbed hold of your empty cup, and Scott's nearly empty cup, there wasn't much left, but it was most likely too cold for him to enjoy by now. He never did like drinking cold hot chocolate, and claimed that reheating it was simply a crime as it 'ruins the original taste'. You looked over at Scott, but he was zoned out, stuck in his own head, so much so that he didn't even realise that Alex and yourself had started to move to leave. He jumped, zoning back in, when you placed your hand over his, squeezing his arm to catch his attention.

"I've been up for a lot longer than I care to admit, so I think I'm going to head to that spare room that Charles had mentioned about when I arrived, and I'm going to sleep for a few days," Alex chuckled at his small joke, grabbing the coffee cup before he stood up. "No amount of coffee will keep me awake right now."

Scott looked up at his brother, clearing his throat. "Okay, get some rest, we can catch up more tomorrow."

Alex nodded his head, waving goodbye to the both of you as he turned and left the room. You watched Scott and he slowly sat forwards, and you placed both of your cups back down on the table, turning to face him. "Are you okay?" You asked softly.

"Yeah. I'm fine." He nodded, standing up before you could rest your hand over his again for comfort.

However, you stood up, taking hold of his wrist before he could make his escape out of the room. "Something's been bothering you; you can talk to me, you know that."

Scott looked down at you and sighed, knowing he wouldn't be able to get away from this conversation for long. "It's nothing."

"It's something," you argued, wanting him to tell you what it was that was bothering him, so you could help. Your hands slipped from his wrists and to his hands, squeezing them gently, although you were sure he didn't notice as he was too far into his own thoughts.

"It's stupid," he mumbled.

He was trying to make it seem less of a problem than it was, but you knew better than to let him think like that. "If it's got you quiet and looking like it's upsetting you then it's not stupid. What's got you feeling like this?"

"Alex."

"Alex?"

Scott nodded, letting out another sigh, most likely from frustration. "He always comes along and takes things that are important away from me. He's going to do the same with you, and it's going to happen because I know that you think he's cute."

Looking at him, watching as his mouth morphed into a frown, you frowned as well. "Scott," you spoke quietly, barely over a whisper, before you pulled his hands towards you, ultimately making him step closer. Your hands slowly wrapped around his waist, your chin resting on his chest as you looked up at him. His arms automatically wrapped around you, holding you close to him. "I'm not going anywhere, no one is taking me away. I mean, sure, your brother's cute, but he's not you."

"He's—What?" Scott raised an eyebrow, his voice still softly spoken.

"He's not you, Scott. And I want you."

It took a moment for him to understand what you were saying, but a smile began to stretch his lips up, and his arms squeezed you. "You want me," he repeated, smiling to himself.

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