Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Anything Pt. 2 18+- Quicksilver

It had been three weeks since Peter and I had made up, but unfortunately, due to X's request, we were not allowed to be in the same room together, not by ourselves at least. Peter and I both hated every minute of it. I understand that Peter and I fucked- up, but that shouldn't affect our privacy. They used to force us to sit in a room together until we got along, but now that we got along, it was a problem. Pick a struggle. I stormed down the hallway as I beelined to the X's office. I passed by my silvered-haired partner in crime as he talked to Jean- I stopped dead in my tracks as they both looked at me. Jean greeted me with a warm smile as Peter goggled at me.

"Well, if it isn't my dirty...little... secret," Peter smirked.

Jean punched his arm immediately.

"That's why you're in this situation now," she reminded him, "Hey, Y/n."

"Hey, Jean. Hey, do you mind if I steal him for a quick second," I asked her.

"Will X be mad at me if I do," she questioned, "We are kind of on chaperone duty when it comes to you two."

"I know, and no," I answered, "You have nothing to worry about. I was headed to his office right now as we speak."

"Sure. Listen, if you two are going to do anything stupid, I had no idea about it," she instructed, "Got it."

"Gotcha," I answered.

"I hadn't seen you at all today, Jean," Peter assured, "And I've been waiting to see you all day today, Y/n."

I rolled my eyes at him. He had been exceptionally flirty ever since we got caught. Even if X wanted to give us a second chance previously, his mind had changed because of how Peter acted- and thought.

"Can it, Playboy! This is serious," I instructed.

"Fine by me," Peter continued, " I like it when you take charge."

Goddamn it, he was hot.

"I feel like I was not supposed to be here for this conversation," Jean stammered, "I gotta go."

We all parted ways-  Peter and I walked to Professor X's office. We stopped at the door.

"When we get in here, let me do all the talking," I suggested.

"Don't I have any say in this," he spoke, "What if I have a plan?"

"Do you ever want us to see each other again," I responded.

Peter sighed, "Fine, you take the wheel."

"Thank you," I said.

I lifted my hand to knock on the door, but before my knuckle could even touch the wood, I heard a loud 'Come in' roar from the other side. Damn, he's good.

Peter and I entered the room per request. Professor X sat at his desk as he watched us.

"Just who I suspected, Pietro, Y/n," X greeted, "What brings you guys to my office today?"

"We wanna talk about what happened a while ago," I expressed.

"Frankly, I don't want to talk about or remember that moment," the professor sighed, "But what about it?"

"Well, Peter and I think it's unfair that we have to be chaperoned to be around each other," I started, "We're not the only couple in this school, you know."

"That is true, but you are the only couple to make your mark on school grounds," X implied.

"Oh, a mark was certainly made," Peter mumbled.

"Shut up, Peter," I fussed, "Listen, Charles. Can I call you Charles?"

X tilted his head as Peter snorted behind me.