Characters x Reader Oneshots

Peter Maximoff x GNReader: I want a date.

A/N: Howdy! So like everyone I've been obsessed with Wandavision, especially in the last two eps (5, 6). So recently I went back and binged the last few X-Men movies and had to write something for my boy Peter Maximoff, please bear with me this is the first time I've ever written for this character and I'm not that well inversed with the X-Men franchise. I'll most definitely write more of Peter in the future as well as all the TMNT requests that I need to get through. Thanks for your patience though, I promise I'll get through all the requests! Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver x GN Reader Oneshot

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You remembered the first day you had arrived at Xavier's School for the gifted, your eyes tracing the ground as you walked past the large metal gates and up the steps to the wooden doors. Charles immediately greeted you, shaking your hand with a loose smile on his lips. He motioned you to his office where you greeted Hank, who said a quiet "Hello" with a nervous shake of your hand, Charles then proceeded to tell you the basics of how the school worked and dismissed you to further talk with Hank.

You were shadowing a girl named Jean that week, from what Charles had told you about her she seemed to be the very image of kindness. She smiled as you left the professors office, handing you some heavy books that weighed you down too quickly for the first day. "You're gonna love it here, everyone's really nice and classes are super fun." she beamed, leading you to your first class together. Class had gone okay for the most part, Jean would often send you curt smiles from the other side of the room when the teacher had their back turned to you.

Once the obnoxious ring of the bell flooded your ears, you steadily packed away your stuff and strolled up to Jean's desk. "So how was your first lesson? Not too hard I hope." you laughed, your head gently shaking 'no'.

"It wasn't so bad, just weird."

"I get it," she shrugged, now standing beside another wooden door; her hand itching to turn the handle. "Having to move from a normal public school to...this, it's jarring. But I promise you'll get used to it soon." she sent you a reassuring smile, then quickly slipped into the room. You watched from the doorway as she walked up to what you presumed were her friends, stood in a circle near the window laughing to themselves. She turned her head back to you, silently beckoning you to follow her, with swift steps you soon followed behind her.

"Hey, babe." a boy with a letterman jacket wrapped an arm around Jean's shoulder, his glass-covered eyes quickly turning to you. You caved in slightly at the harsh gaze, not being able to see his eyes worried you. What if he's glaring at me? How am I meant to tell if he hates me already? Jean traced her boyfriend's gaze, laughing when it landed on you. Pulling away from his embrace, she walked back over to you and wrapped an arm around you "Everyone this is (Y/N), they're new."

You were met with a warm welcome, the whole group giving you short waves and cosy smiles. A girl in a bright yellow jacket walked up to you, a pink bubble slipping past her lips, "Hi! I'm Jubilee" you greeted her with a timid handshake "Hi, I'm (Y/N) but I guess Jean already said that huh?" Jubilee giggled at your awkwardness, she took your hand and pulled you to the vintage couch situated in the middle of the room. The others soon took to circling around you both when she began asking you questions.

"So how are you finding it so far?"

"It's okay, everyone seems really nice and the house looks pretty cool."

From outside the room, you heard a loud squeal quickly followed by "PETER!". In a matter of seconds a boy with silver hair and a jacket to match leaned against the old, wooden doorframe, his head tilted so he was still facing the hall. Jean's boyfriend, Scott as you now learned, stood from his seat on the singular chair and coughed instantly grabbing the boy in silver's attention. Before a word was spoken, the boy had soon appeared in Scott's chair moments after he had just stood away from it, Scott grumbled under his breath "Peter."