evan peters imagines one shots Smut

Am I crazy? quicksilver

Quicksilver X the reader

You were in your bedroom reading a novel. All was calm and peaceful since Jean was outside with Scott. You stood up to grab your cup of hot chocolate. But it wasn't on your night table. You were sure that youvput it there. You frowned, where did you put it?! You closed your eyes to remember what you did. When you opened them your cup was on the night table. You thought that you were becoming mad. You tried tobfind a rational explanation. You were exhausted in this moment, you probably just dream the disappearance of your chocolate. You sighed loudly and decided to take a nap.

You woke up two hours later. It was a sunny day and you wanted to enjoy it. You saw Jubilee by the window, she was with Storm, Jean, Kurt and Scott under a tree next to the lack. You were still wearing your hoodie and it was a really hot day so you looked for your black tank.You didn't find it in your wardrobe. You were sure that it was in it with your black outfits. But it was actually impossible to find.Maybe you just threw it with your dirty shirts by mistake. You checked but it wasn't there. You gave up your researches, you didn't want to waste your time. When you came back to your wardrobe to take a random dress you found your tank where it used to be. Right. You were clearly nuts.

Youvjoined your friends outside and you noticed that Peter was there too.You blushed when he saw you, you always had a crush on him even if he was naughty especially with you. You sat in front of him, he smiled at you, revealing his gorgeous dimples. You felt a bit awkward.

"So Y/N how is your day?" He asked.

"I think that I completely lost my mind to be honest." Peter chuckled when you said that.

"Really? You don't seem." Storm told you "Why do you say that?"

"There are stuffs in my room, they disappear and few seconds after they reappear."

"You are just tired, you should sleep during the night and not dream about..."

"Jean!"you cut her. She looked at you with a sorry face, she almost betrayed your secret.

Peter was laughing so hard, your cheeks turned crimson. You were sure that he was taking you for an idiot. You wanted to dig a hole and hide yourself just to avoid him making fun of you. Peter realized soon that your smile faded and you seemed pretty sad and hurt. He calmed his laugh and tried to be as serious as possible.

"Hey Y/N I am not making fun of you really, I just imagine your face and you know... I am sorry"

"Don't worry it's nothing but seriously I feel like I'm losing my mind."

"Don't focus on that is not important, just relax." Storm said. You nodded and enjoyed the rest of the day. You also thought that Peter was looking at you insistently as he was staring you but this was probably your imagination.

The following day you were rested so you were convinced that your mind wouldn't play tricks with you. But quickly the reality hit you when you searched your notebook and found it few minutes later on your desk. You told that to Jean but she chuckled and told you that it was in your head. You rolled your eyes, you knew that it wasn't a dream. The week passed like that, things disappeared and came back and obviously no one believed you. You even felt a hand around your wrist or holding yours sometimes.Maybe your friends were right it was just in your head and you were insane.

Until this day just unimportant things were missing so even if it was making you upset it didn't bothered you a lot. But one day your diary vanished. It was like the end of your life. You wrote everything in it for example that you were becoming brainsick. You even confessed your love for Peter. You tried to stay calm after all it should reappear soon. But it didn't. You were very nervous, if someone read it it was the death of you. Peter noticed that something was wrong.

"Why are you so tense?" he asked putting a hand on your cheek. You tensed more at his touch and shivered.

"I just... no matter you'll tell me that it's just in my mind as always." you sighed.

"No please Y/N tell me, I am worried about you, you're not feeling yourself today." His voice was full of concern. He cared about you and your heart melted at this though.

"I lost or someone or something took my diary." you mumbled. You knew that he would laugh, a girl of your age didn't need a dairy. That was ridiculous. But he didn't, he smiled at you and said

"I am sure that it will come back, you always tell that the things reappear just like your cup of hot chocolate or your tank."

"What did you say?!" You exclaimed more surprise that you wanted to be.

He repeated the exact same sentence. You knew that something was wrong about it but you didn't define what it was until

"Peter... I never said that I lost my cup of hot chocolate or my tank."

He turned blood-red.

"Yeah you did when we were under the tree the last time, you did." he was hesitating.

"No I perfectly remember this say I said that things disappeared but I never said what."

"No...you... I..." he was out of words.

"Peter did you steal all these things to me?"

"I...I... Yes I did." his voice was almost a murmur. You were a bit upset after him but you were so glad that was the proof that you were not crazy, that was happening that was not just in your mind. "I'm sorry I should not have done that."

"Why did you do it?"

"It was fun at the beginning, you know that I like to tease you and I continue because I just found you adorable when you were looking for your things." he was redder then ever but you were too. Did he just say that you were adorable. But you realize something.

"Have you my diary?" he looked at the ground and nodded. He didn't dare to meet your eyes.

"Why did you take it?"

"You will take me for a fool or a stalker." you laughed a bit.

"I already do. But tell me why?"

"I just find you super cute and attractive and I like you a lot you know." you felt your heart racing against your chest. Maybe that was just a dream and you were completely losing you mind. "And I wanted to know if you like someone, if I had a chance with you. I am so sorry, I know that I am stupid and I should not have done that but please Y/N don't hate me." there were tears in his eyes. You wanted to reassure him.

"Icdon't hate you Peter, how could I? I love you Peter." you never imagine to tell him that one day.

"I love you too."

He leaned down to press his lips against yours. This time you were sure that it was not in your head.