Peter Maximoff X Reader

Blood Bond (Peter Maximoff X Type One Diabetic Reader)

You had type one diabetes since [age, you were diagnosed] and were also a mutant with electricity manipulation which affected your blood sugars. Let's just say you didn't like your life at all. You had just arrived at Xavier's after being told about it by a close friend. Jean was the first person to greet you when you stepped into the main hall. "Hi, there you must be new" Jean noted. "Yeah, I just got here today" you admitted. "Well, welcome to Xavier's" A warm smile exuded from her face as she spoke. "Do you know your room number?" Jean asked. "249" you responded. "Oh, 249 is this way, follow me!" Jean exclaimed excitedly, as she started walking towards the right and up a split stairwell.
You quickly followed her with all your school materials in hand and a bag full of your diabetic supplies over your shoulder.

"Um, before we go up to the dorms is there a refrigerator to store my insulin?" You questioned. Jean turned to look at you and you noticed she was a bit surprised. "Insulin?" Jean repeated. "Yes, I am a type one diabetic" you replied. "How exciting! You're the first diabetic student on campus" Jean proclaimed. "I am?" You inquired. "Yep and I am sure Charles can make a spot for your things in one of our refrigerators. Oh Hank will be excited to meet you he has always wanted to learn more about diabetes" Jean stated. "Where exactly are the refrigerators located?" You asked. "Well one is in our kitchen and the other is in the dining hall those are the two main places to eat, but if you prefer we also have a space to eat outside but I am afraid it doesn't have a fridge" Jean quipped.

"Ok well as long as I can have access to my things" you uttered. Jean continued to make her way toward the dorms as you trailed behind her. Meanwhile, Peter was going on a run through the mansion. His Walkman attached to his hip and his earbuds blaring Private Eyes by Hall and Oates. He wasn't one to slow down much but when he caught a glimpse of you boy did he do a double take. He glanced at you while still running which resulted in him smashing into a wall. You and Jean both gasped simultaneously. You watched as Jean rushed over to Peter.

"Peter, how many times have we told you to pay attention while running?" Jean asked. "Sorry I got distracted" He spoke while glancing at you. "Peter please pay attention!" Jean implored. "Alright alright," Peter retorted. He brushed himself off before looking at you. "Hey how's it going looks as if I fell for you huh," Peter sarcastically remarked. "Yeah, you ok?" You questioned. "Just a little bruised nothing major" Peter claimed. "Looks like your nose is a bit bloody you sure you're ok?" You restated. "Is it?" He challenged. You nodded and watched as he put a finger under his nose and felt the blood. "Aww crap," Peter cried. "I better go get that taken care of" he confessed. "Yeah, you probably should" you declared.

"Since I hurt myself for you and look like an absolute idiot would you like to have a picnic with me later?" Peter inquired.  You laughed at his statement before answering. "Yes, I would love to have a picnic with you." "See you around 2:30?" Peter added. "2:30 sounds great" you settled. Peter smiled as he sped off to go clean up his bloody nose. "Wow I knew he could be cheesy but what was that?" Jean inquired before walking again. "I thought it was sweet," you said as you caught up with her. "Well, here it is. If you want to lock it I would advise you to get the key from Charles, maybe then you should also ask him about your insulin" Jean concluded, opening the door for you.

"Thank you" "You're welcome" Jean spoke as she left, waving her hand in the air. You decided to just set your things down before heading to Charles to get your key and ask him where to place your insulin. He told you the best place to put it was the kitchen because there was a drawer in there that could only be opened by a passcode. He gave you a sheet of paper with the code on it before heading back to his desk. You walked back to your room and locked the door. You began to feel a little queasy so you decided to check your finger. You put the test strip in the meter before pricking your pinky finger on your right hand. You squeezed your finger and noticed the blood wasn't coming out. "Come on!" You yelled before you pricked the ring finger. Blood came out and you pumped your left fist with excitement. You put the blood onto the strip before wiping your finger with an alcohol wipe. Your blood glucose was 65, no wonder you were feeling queasy! You gave yourself some juice before laying down for a minute.

Your blood sugar eventually raised and 2:30 came around quicker than you realized. You made your way to the kitchen with a passcode in hand so you could grab your insulin before waking out of one of the back doors. You smiled as you made your way over to Peter who was waiting for you at one of the picnic tables. "Hey I got a whole variety of food so take what you like," Peter said as you sat down across from him. "Thanks but I have to check my BG first" you responded. "BG?" Peter restated unsure of what that meant. "Yeah my blood sugar I am a type one diabetic" you replied as you took out your meter from your kit.

"Type one? How many types are there?" Peter asked as you placed a test strip into the meter and wiped your finger with an alcohol wipe. "Well the most common is type one and type two" you responded, pricking your left pointer finger. "What's the diff- oh my gosh is that blood!" Peter screamed. "Yes," you said calmly. "You use a needle?" Peter questioned. "Yeah" you quickly answered as you put the blood in the machine. Peter watched with intrigue as the meter counted down, beeped, and then flashed a number. "Is 125 a good number?" Peter inquired. "Definitely a good number" you responded. "Does it hurt when you poke your finger with the needle?" Peter questioned sounding concerned. "Nope well not after you get used to it" you replied.

"Are you allowed to eat the food I have?" Peter asked. "Yeah, actually I can have every food here if I wanted," you told him. "You are quite interesting" Peter mentioned watching as you ate some food and grabbed some food of his own. "I would hope so" you uttered. "So does your mutation have anything to do with your diabetes?" Peter curiously inquired. "Perhaps" you murmured. "So what do you think about Xavier's so far?" Peter asked. "Honestly you're the most intriguing thing I have seen since I got here" you replied. "I knew you liked me" Peter grinned.

"I never said I liked you I just said you were the only interesting person I have met today" you quipped. "Well maybe we could be friends then you know I'm kind of a loser so not many people want to be friends with me" he confessed. "Do you think you're a loser or do others make you feel that way?" you inquired now it was your turn to question him. "Well I lived in my mother's basement for most of my life and played video games constantly before I got here so would you consider me a loser?" Peter asked. "My definition of a loser is someone who did not win and to lose you had to fail and you are not a failure" you stated.

Peter sat quietly for a second. "You're the first person to not agree with me. Thank you for telling me your philosophy" Peter said smiling with his dimples on full display and his eyes lit up. "That's what friends are for," you told him returning the smile. You finished your food and took out a piece of paper from your pocket. You began calculating carbohydrates and figuring out how much insulin to give. You took the insulin out of your bag and turned it to the number of units you needed to receive. You took off the cap revealing the needle and flicked it to release air bubbles. "What's that?" Peter questioned.

"This is my insulin. In our bodies, we have an organ called the pancreas which produces insulin to help regulate blood sugar. My pancreas stopped working which is why I have to do this" you said to him. "I guess your pancreas is just taking a very long vacation," Peter told you. "Is that where you think it went?" You inquired before lifting your shirt a little, wiping your stomach with an alcohol wipe, and injecting your insulin into your stomach. "Yeah I think it is in Hawaii drinking from a coconut" Peter giggled. "I never thought about that" you admitted. "Would you like to do this again tomorrow? During our lunch break?" Peter asked you. "That depends do I get to prick your finger?" You questioned.

Peter looked at you frightened as you just laughed. "I'm only kidding unless you're up for the challenge" you stated. "I'm always up for a challenge" Peter quipped. "Well you better get ready," you told him. He smirked as you started walking away with your bag in hand. "I'm always ready!" He yelled out as he grabbed the rest of the food and put it back in the basket he had. He walked away from the table with newfound confidence. It felt good to have a friend who didn't judge you and Peter was just happy that he found someone who treated him with respect.

Authors Note: Happy National Diabetes Awareness Month! As a type one diabetic myself I was glad to write this story as a way to give type one diabetes more recognition. I hope anyone who has type one or two diabetes can relate and if you are reading this for leisure please spend some time learning more about both types of diabetes. Both are serious medical conditions. Also the answer to Peter's "What's the difference" question is that they are different in the fact that type one diabetes cannot go away and type two can if you treat it properly. Thank You for reading 😊