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Why Did It Have To Be Me?

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: angst

Summary: Reader spends the summer at Xavier’s getting a handle on her powers and reluctantly ends up falling for Peter. (Takes place about a year after Apocolypse)

Request:

Can you write Peter Maximoff imagine where she meet an female x reader when she come to Xevire school only for summer so she can learn how to contorl her power, s. Fist she used to said that as she learn to get control on her power she will leave, but then she become friend with all of them and reader and Peter both starting to like eachother. The the summers ended and Peter thought, ahe will never leave, but in the end she did and its brock Peter heart.

Author’s Note: Yeehaw I’m back! Sorry, this took so damn long hope you enjoy! -Milla

Word Count: 1,640

The summer breeze tangled itself in your hair as you approached the gate. You had been writing letters to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters for months after an incident regarding your mutation. While part of you knew you should get a handle on your powers the rest of you just longed to be normal and keep the life you already had. After long weeks of correspondence and planning, you had decided to wait out until summer to begin at the institute. You had heard amazing stories about what Professor Charles Xavier has done for young mutants around the country and hoped he could work a miracle in time for the fall. The tall iron gates swung open, revealing a tall man with glasses. He had a seemingly young face weighed down by the bags under his eyes

“Y/N?” He asked with a half-smile. You nodded and returned the gesture. “I’m Dr. Hank McCoy, an instructor here,” he outstretched his hand, and you shook it.

For the next hour, Hank gave you a tour of the school from Professor Xavier’s prized flower garden to the endless supply of chocolate milk in the fridge. During the tour, you met a few soon to be familiar faces. Scott accidentally spilled chocolate milk everywhere when his friend Kurt teleported behind him. Two girls, Jean and Jubilee, were attempting to get Ororo to strike the school with lighting to get out of final exams.

Throughout the day, you had noticed odd gusts of wind. You weren’t a meteorologist by any means, but you were almost positive heavy winds didn't happen indoors. Your bedroom door brushed wide open for the fourth time in the past hour, followed by the inevitable cold breeze. Walking away from your suitcase you peeked around the door once again hopelessly trying to figure out what was going on with the air conditioning in this place.

“It’s not the air conditioner dear,” a man in a wheelchair chuckled. You assumed it was Professor Xavier. “That,” the professor paused looking down the hall from your doorway, “was Peter. His mutation allows him to travel at supersonic speeds, he has trouble slowing down sometimes.” Xavier chuckled in defeat and continued to welcome you to the school. You would be starting mutation classes on Monday when summer for the school officially began.

The first few classes you had could have gone better. You were a late bloomer in discovering your mutation with having just finished your second year of college. Trying to earn a degree while also accidentally nearly killing everybody in your history lecture turned out to be quite the feat. Deciding to spend your summer at Xavier’s was a no brainer if it meant you could control your powers enough to finish out school.

As the weeks passed by, your mutation became increasingly easy to control, but along with the ease came a distraction. Peter Maximoff. Once he slowed down to finally introduce himself instead of spying on the new girl, you discovered his unusual charm. You tried your best to ignore his spontaneous flirtations on your way to class, you came here to learn not to fall for a boy. Although that became more and more difficult. You and Peter graduated from casual encounters in the hall to eating lunch with the remainder of his friends who hadn't returned home for the summer. You were starting to grow more comfortable here, which almost seemed dangerous as it was a temporary situation.

Yet, you allowed yourself to stay in the moment of the warm breeze dancing across your legs as you rest your head in Peter’s lap. Giggles echoed across the yard after one of Kurt’s stories, but you fell silent among the group. Jean, who had been one of your closest friends during your time at Xavier’s, gave you a knowing look. It didn't help that she could read your mind as you glanced at the boy above you. August was drawing to a close, and you knew you would have to say goodbye, but you weren't sure if you were ready to let this feeling go. As the sun began to set, Hank called you all in for the night.

Jean accompanied you to your room, hoping to get you to say what she already knew. After continuous prying Jean had it, “it’s not the end of the world that you like him! Although I have no idea why you would,” she laughed.

You rolled your eyes, “I know, but I just don't think it’s worth it.” You only had a few weeks left at Xavier’s before you had to return back to school. Not much time to try to kindle a healthy relationship.

“But what about Peter? He’s head over heels for you, don’t you think he deserves to know?” Jean insisted.

“And then what?” You mused. “We go on one date and then uh oh! Looks like my time here is up thanks for the movie!” Jean laughed, shaking her head.

“Does he even know when you have to go back?”

The answer was unclear. When you first introduced yourself to the speedster you had mentioned you were staying for the summer. But as time went on the subject of the actual date of your departure was never mentioned. Maybe this was your way out of the situation.

“No no no no,” Jean snapped you back to the conversation. “You can’t just leave without telling him Y/N, it’d break his heart.”

After a few more moments of chatting, Jean decided to head off to bed. She was right. Leaving without a trace would hurt Peter. The closer you got to him, the more he opened up. He laid down his carefree facade and told you about his family about his father. As much as you didn’t want to hurt him, the idea kept seeming more appealing. You wouldn't have to face your feelings, and there wouldn't be anything to leave behind because you didn't try in the first place. Peter would surely forget about you, it was only one summer, and mutants go in and out of the school all the time. You had made your decision.

The day of your departure was creeping dangerously close. Whenever someone brought up the idea of a goodbye party or if you needed any help getting to the train station or packing your things, you simply brushed it off and changed the subject. You had two days left at the Xavier institute, and you were excited to go back to school without the added anxiety of an uncontrollable mutation. You also felt guilty. Reaching into your desk, you pulled out a small sheet of paper and your favorite pen. You began to write, “Dear Peter,”

The words you desperately wanted to say spilled onto the page. You lost track of time writing out your apology that it was nearing midnight. Having a day of packing and avoiding Peter ahead of you, you decided to go to bed.

The day had finally come. You managed to say your quiet goodbyes to all of your friends throughout the day before your evening train. You made sure that Peter was nowhere near his room as you turned the knob. The door creaked open, revealing the familiar setting. Your eyes trailed across the poster filled walls, over the blinking arcade machine, landing on the unmade bed. Memories of sneaking through the dim halls for long nights of Pac-man, secrets, and Pink Floyd littered your mind. You hesitantly pulled the note from your pocket taking one last deep breath as you set it on his pillow. Giving Professor Xavier a final goodbye and thank you at the front of the school, you got into your taxi.

An uneasiness bubbled in your stomach the longer you waited at the train station. You did what was best. At least that's what you repeated in your head. You couldn't keep your mind from wandering to thinking of Peter, and awful you felt. He had been abandoned and given up on his entire life until he decided to stay at Xavier’s. You were no different than anyone else who had let him down. A cold gust of wind made goosebumps rise on your arms. You looked up to see the cause of the unusual sensation. There he was, hair a mess, and face slightly puffy. His glassy eyes stared through you, holding the note in his hands.

“Why?” He sounded hollow. “Why didn't you say goodbye?”

“I just,” you started stupidly. There weren’t any words you could think of to make this okay.

“Don't go,” Peter grabbed your hand in his staring down at his thumb, brushing the back of it.

“I have to,” you sighed. “I have a life to get back to; I was never supposed to stay. This wasn't supposed to happen.” Tears started to poke through your lashes on rolled down your cheeks. Peter pulled you closer, noses almost touching. You turned away at the sound of your train being called for boarding. You had never seen Peter so panicked and vulnerable, running out of time had never been an issue for him, yet here he was words pouring out of his mouth overlapping each other.

“I can't just let you go. I- I can run to your school to go on dates. I can take you anywhere you like whenever you want! Just give us a chance. Please.”

“Peter,” you whispered, “summers aren't supposed to last forever.” You looked back at him one last time. Taking a final leap of faith, you held the side of his face in your hand wiping a tear off the corner of his mouth and placing a soft kiss in its place. No more words were spoken between the two of you as you walked out to your train. Maybe sometimes it was better to forget.

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Blue Blush (Connor!Prompt Request)

TLDR: Connor’s having one of those days at the DPD that just culminates in him winding up naked...

Word Count: 2,837

TW: Fluffy Boy Connor, Language, Suggestive Themes

A/N:Follower/Reader Appreciation Drabble | Prompt: “Nothing to see here.” “Um, you’re fucking naked!” - @sammyreh request! Here we go! My main man Connor’s back with more fluff to cure my chronic angst. Thanks for participating baby!

How lovely you look today. Any day will be beneficial to his visual component analyzing each detail for memory storage. Already he has seen you first entering DPD but that does not stop him wanting to be around you approximately twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, four weeks in a month and-

Calculations drop out of range the closer you come. Realizing that he fell into distraction reminds him of what Hank calls it. The lieutenant says he is ‘whipped’ but Connor is unsure if you would partake in the sexual gratification of S&M. Whips appear to be quite popular in the area.

A flood of information filters in his scanners. Oh. That is not what the lieutenant meant.

Wiping out a flood of sexual content he automatically steps forward with a cup of coffee brewed specifically to your preferences. “Good morning, Love.”

“Good morning, Detective.”

Your greeting is airy with a wisp of mischief. Catching him off guard is rare. After all he will hear a pin drop with that supersonic hearing. It isn’t so much surprise but confusion settling into his cute face. Then he plays off your formal address all too cleverly.

“We are much more than colleagues now, Y/N.” The android admonishes teasingly, offering the hot beverage to you. “In fact, I do believe we are dating.”

Is that so? You laugh at the little joke. Breezing past his lips husky and endearing; your body leans into his chest acting as a harmonious magnet. Tangling fingers around silky tie pulls him down just enough but directing him isn’t necessary.

Connor places a sweet kiss that quickly transforms in a sultry tango to your lips. Wanting to curve fingers with the shape of your face, cradling, claiming you as his, he does remind himself of current priority. This is work. He does not wish to cause an uncomfortable climate. Most have no opinion about this new relationship the two of you have begun.

Hank obviously rolled eyes when Connor first admitted. Actually, it was not in disgust. The lieutenant thought it was “about time they worked it the fuck out” in his usual unpleasant terms.

There is a nudge of doubt still weighing through his system. Even as you come to hold a place for him in your rapturous human heart; Connor imagines if he did not become deviant.

Never will he doubt you or these feelings. He doubts how good he truly is for someone like you. Someone who is a lively spark in this world, making him feel further human. If he may hold, protect you forever that will be enough. Even if you decide to move away from this connection for your sake as a human dating an android; Connor drops his gaze. Being free with thoughts and decisions empties his mind for only his internal voice to ruminate. At times being alone is not best for a deviant.

“Connor? Are you OK?”

Stroking his cheek draws him up in a snap. Indicator flickers in a call sign interrupting this pleasant sensation reserved only for him. He reserves for you as well. As long as you want to be with him perhaps that is enough. To hold a moment tenderly expecting an end or his days of struggle eclipse logic too severely.

He is more adaptable than this. Having something precious to lose makes the android surge with an entire new string of emotions.

Maybe he should ask Hank. On second thought, let’s not ask Hank.

Connor smiles now. Appeasing worry is part of his programming. He is meant to integrate in an amiable way. He still follows patterns of protocol but more so out of choice. An unmistakable need to make you happy fills him with purpose.

“I just received an emergency call,” Connor breathes against your hand. Tiny peck of the android’s bottom lip grazes palm where you continue to offer a soothing caress. Tasting the natural chemicals held within your body spiking for every touch and affectionate fondle of skin.

“It seems I will be out in the field earlier today. And – Hank is late.”

Anderson is late? Shocking! You smirk. “Well, that’s on him,” you chide. “But still… I’d like you having backup. Do you want me to-?”

“No, Y/N.” Connor is quick to shut down the suggestion. He knows of the astonishing capability you possess. There is more at stake.

Arguing won’t change his mind. He’s pretty good at making his own decisions. It makes you happy to see him not tied down to code or orders. He’s also pretty good at this coffee thing. Sipping it now creates a warm spread.

“Mmm,” purring approval gets him going.

Lusty clouds dot caramel cocoa, those same eclipses you notice each time kissing turns into heavy petting. Connor lets go of his pristine, intelligent personage while loving you. He takes breath away. Can only dream of how it will be when you two have sex. “Exact amount of cream. Connor, if you weren’t a detective you’d make a delectably hot barista.”

“Hey, hey, hey! Take your lovey dovey shit outside!”

Wrenching back from Connor’s warm, loving space is a good opportunity to roll eyes in disgust. You blatantly ignore the obnoxious entrance of Reed. “Be careful,” a little whisper floods your feelings. They always were like this for Connor but knowing he’s yours? It adds extra uneasiness.

He does not seem to be worried at all. That smile can light up the earth. He warms you like the sun.

“Androids are capable of avoiding unnecessary injury to biocomponents, Love. My model makes me quite effective.” Connor pulls at the threads holding your blissful laughter at bay. Poking gently, hoping to spill splendorous sound tinkling like china glass. Whenever you laugh the metal melts a bit more around his artificial heart.

You bless him with a diminutive giggle. All is right within his world then. It means everything he desires now. Deviancy opens gates, unleashing his true self. He-he wants to hold this forever along with your perfect form in his arms until the end of time.

“Gonna keep eye fucking or do your job tin can?!”

Connor’s smile snaps into a line. Drawing fingers against your waist as a silent disengagement and promise to remain safe, the prototype detective walks out of break room on a clear path to Gavin Reed.

The human detective yawns not worried. He snorts at the droid. “The fuck you looking at?”

“Opening your mouth to Detective Y/L/N will need proper adjustment,” Connor explains smoothly. “Would you like me to assist you, Detective Reed?”

Any jokes Gavin had on loop don’t make it past this plastic asshole’s balls. Getting in his face he must have a big pair of gonads! “Don’t think I haven’t forgotten your stunt in the evidence room motherfucker!”

“I’m sorry,” the prototype snipes sarcastically. “I suppose this concludes our bromance then.”

“You motherless piece of shit!”

Unfazed by the varying degrees of dirt that escapes Reed’s mouth, Connor takes a page out of Hank’s book as the lieutenant would say: “Do go fuck yourself, Detective Reed. I believe that will solve all of your problems.”

Gavin is too stunned to even harp back. That’s a first! Goddamn android saunters off like he’s some hot shot too. Anderson taught him this shit! He knows it! Well…he’ll get this prick back. Today.

“Uh, Connor?” Chris Miller’s eyebrows rise at the android. Coming in slopped up in mud and – that better be mud! “What happened to you?”

“I had a minor accident.” Explaining crisply, Connor’s perturbed affectation is due to his constant gathering of humanity. More simply put: he is pissed off. Holding up his arms did not lessen the entirety of this ruination. His jacket is completely soiled.

“Just minor?” the officer snorts, returning to computer. “Wait til Hank sees this.”

Ignoring Officer Miller’s amusement puts Connor on a path for locker room. A swift move that Gavin takes notice of. Removing feet off desk, Reed gets up casually before taking off in the same direction. Whistling on the way downstairs echoes in stairwell but Gavin shuts up by the time that prick could be in earshot.

Jacket, jeans completely caked in mud, dirty liquid already seeps through white shirt. Jumping a fence into several pedestrians did not end well despite calculations. The thief in question decided to use collateral damage to slow his pursuit. Connor fell face first in a giant puddle of soggy dirt from last night’s rain shower.

The android strips dirty clothing. Resting shoes atop bench they are remarkably unscathed. Obtaining a locker for himself is both beneficial and rewarding. He never imagined much need for it being an android. Hank was right this time.

Connor smirks. Stepping out of aisle to enter shower stall he needs to rinse splatters of dirt from synthetic skin.

Reed takes a peek now seeing the coast clear. “Let’s see you get out of here naked plastic prick.” Gavin proceeds to gather up the droids clothes intent on humiliating the bastard. This will stick it to him on a lesser note but he’ll sit back and laugh his ass off all the same.

“What the hell did he fall in?!” Gavin holds the muddy pile away from himself. If he gets anything on this jacket he’ll kill somebody.

Wet tousled hair smoothes in a comb beneath Connor’s fingers returning to locker. He freezes, running a searchable scan. Where are his clothes?

“Connor!?”

Jolting around at your frantic voice floods indicator scarlet. Priming himself to jump into action and protect he steels his fluid stance. You are alone. There is no sign of any distress besides your rising heart rate. Oh.

The android peers down assessing his current absence of clothing. “Nothing to see here.”

Nothing to see? How about broad shoulders ripe for finger digging, clavicles made for flush kisses and a muscle toned body stark naked in the DPD locker room? Connor is absolutely wow. No, really. This is…what???

“Um, you’re fucking naked!”

Raising eyebrows at your language does remind him of Hank. The android remains standing without sense to hide anything about his state of undress. Simply he gazes at you fondly and free of inhibitions. Obviously this is far too intimate. Even in a relationship your embarrassment is palpable. “Are you all right, Y/N?”

A breath escapes in poor answer. Frankly there is nothing to say without making a fool of yourself. It shouldn’t be this nerve wracking. After all you two have been together but not this far yet.

Connor cocks his head with a tiny smile. Obviously it does not bother him. However, he does not wish for you to feel uncomfortable. “I apologize. Would you like me-?”

“Connor.” Pressing a palm to his chest stills the entire world. Bare and chiseled just as his sharp cheekbones, sculpted jaw he is a beautiful statue. He’s an ancient work born out of Greece. Tall perfection making you weak in the knees fully clothed. Without you need to start fanning yourself before passing out.

Keeping eyes up is difficult. You swallow.

Your touch melts him into you, eyelids drifting in a flutter. His eyelashes are like snow kissing against yours when he leans in to overtake lips. Right now he quietly stands absorbing closeness. Somehow you think this vulnerability eases him and how can you complain?

Cyberlife be praised. They were good for something at least. You giggle. Reaching up to cup his face pulls his head to meet your level.

Connor’s lips mimic yours touching softly at first. Arms thread to the warm curves of your body. Pulling you flush produces a shared groan into your mouths. His LED is ablaze, frame shuddering pleasurably into your figure.

Ohhh. You can feel him pressing fully into your groin.

“Connor.” Bracing hands against the android’s bare chest establishes more. This type of intimacy is new. Wanting it is a personal truth but down in the locker room of the DPD?

“I realize we have not had this opportunity. Removing our clothes for one another.”

“No,” you agree quiet. “We-we haven’t.”

“Does it bother you?” Worry replaces lust in your android lover. “If so I will-”

“Connor, nothing in the world involving you would ever make me uncomfortable. Besides, I love what I see.”

The android grins crookedly. Sweeping you close to show you everything he will offer. His back collides with lockers allowing you power over him. It is a silent turn on for the android known for dominating in combat.

Tender kisses raining over your lips as stardust. Connor is a star. He’s your star. Glowing forever in your heart and this is the only thing.

“My Heart,” he whispers into the sweet crook of neck. His tongue traces skin tasting what he loves most in this world.

A dangerous shiver causes a soft moan to slip. Tracing fingertips down his perfect torso creates a light shade of blue. Shimmering in a blush to synthetic skin, you gasp, smiling up at him.

“What the fuck!” Reed nearly throws up finding you pressed up against that plastic shithead. Like he needs to see a human and android fucking!

Wrenching back from your boyfriend leaves a serious problem. It’s pretty obvious since there’s nothing in the locker. You sneer already suspecting! “Get the hell out, Gavin! Better yet. Get Connor’s clothes you asshole!”

The detective snorts. Crossing arms over his chest, he takes one good look at this fucking shit and doesn’t bother hiding disgust. Fucking androids. Now they’re over here stealing humans for themselves. What a joke.

“Didn’t take the plastic prick’s shit.” Reed denies but pulls off a cocky smile. Let’s see you prove it. “What? You gotta problem with your robo boy’s package? Ain’t got one?”

Connor sidesteps from behind you without care. He throws a hot glare onto the human.

“Ah, fuck!” Gavin turns his head. “You son of a bitch! I didn’t need to see your dick!”

“Certainly were interested enough to bring it up though.” You sneer at the idiot. Can somebody fire this scumbag? “Does that answer your question? Oh, that’s right. You’re embarrassed. Because my boyfriend is obviously way bigger than your teeny pencil dick.”

Honestly, you know this boy is nice. You saw with your own eyes. Accidentally but knowing what’s in store for later is nice. Better than nice.

“What the fuck did you…?”

Connor moves in front of you purposely aware of Detective Reed’s disgust. That is why the android smiles.

Gavin throws in the towel. “Jesus Christ! Go ahead and fuck him down here if you want. I’m out!”

Saying there isn’t satisfaction in Reed squirming like the scummy worm he is would be lying. You did enjoy watching him lose it. The filthy comment out of his mouth is so expected at this point nothing phases. Not even Connor still naked as the day he was created. This vantage gives you a direct view of his toned ass. Talk about sculpted perfection.

“Connor.” Calling for him to turn around, averting eyes to save your life, you reach to snag onto his forearm. Bringing the nude android towards lockers the idea is simple. “Um, wait here. And I’ll find where that jackass took your clothes.”

“Y/N, wait.”

Catching onto your waist stills everything. His voice is uneven. Checking his LED it’s not crimson but amber. What is he thinking?

“Then you do not mind seeing all of me.” Hesitation poisons his statement. Part of him does not want the truth. If you do not believe he is worth you- “As this. As my true self?”

A gentle smile answers in place of words. What can be said that is good enough? He is everything in your world. Can that be enough? Of course it is. Love is whatever you want it to be. This is what you want it to be.

“I know your true self. This.” You rub fingers across his chest. Beneath synthetic skin it’s easy to know what he is but that is what you love. All of him no matter what others see.

You indulge firm hands resting on hips. Thankfully deviancy means being bolder. He’s still a cinnamon roll though. Cinnamon roll that can kill you but still fits. “I only see you, Connor. Skin, no skin why should that mean anything? When I love you?”

The android is flooded with readings. Listening, analyzing each hastened beat of heart radiating out of you. Those beats are erratically for – him.

Connor’s smile transcends beyond that cheap grimace that used to twist his mouth. This is bright. Vibrant in humanity, dimples and pride knowing he can have what he wants.

“My Heart,” he pledges an oath. “I love you too.”

That pet name is going to make you drop. Who knew androids could be this romantic? You clear your throat, pointing down but keeping eyes on his. “Want to put that away now?”

“Oh. Obviously.”

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