Seeing as my requests are in the slow process of being written (Silvercyclops, Havoksilver, Jeanbilee) here is some content for these ships:
“You see that guy over there?” Jean pointed over her shoulder, nudging Scott’s elbow gently. “He’s been staring at you since you walked in.” Scott groaned, rolling his eyes. “Jean, just because Kurt rejected me-” Jean’s hand fell delicately over this mouth. “Trust me, just look over.”
Scott’s eyes followed Jean’s landing on a cute boy sat by himself in a window seat, leg bouncing heavily up and down. Scott’s breath cut short as he glanced the guy up and down, ignoring the soft eyes so clearly on his own person.
“I’m gonna ask for his number. Don’t wait if you finish before I come back.”
Alex shot up with a silent breath, his pale face overflowing with glassy tears, lips pressed harshly together to repress a sob. If he moved so much as an inch, Peter would wake up, and Alex didn’t want to have to explain that his nightmare was of Apocalypse... when Peter thought he couldn’t save him.
Of course, sleeping in the same bed as a guy who sleeps lighter than a feather, he was obviously going to wake up. Alex just wished he didn’t look as much of a mess when he did.
He suddenly felt strong arms wrap around his waist. “Hey babe, nightmare again?”
“I made you another playlist.”
Jean looked up from her art work, watching Jubilee bounce from her toes to her heels. In her hands was a mixtape - another mixtape, the back of her mind said, another one that you’ll just leave on your dresser - but Jean smiled weakly all the same. She wasn’t that big on music, but Jubilee didn’t know she hadn’t listened to any so far, so why not just continue this little white lie to make her happy?
“I was thinking... you could listen to it whilst painting. It helps some people concentrate, not that you need help concentrating... it’s looking really good so far.” Jubilee looked awkward and sheepish, smiling as she somewhat thrust the tape into Jean’s hands. “But I don’t have...”
“Headphones?” Jubilee pulled a pair out of her handbag. “Please?”
Peter noticed Scott’s nerves the minute he started fiddling with his fingers - the guy was usually so well put together than he rarely ever showed any emotions such as sadness, guilt, or anxiety. “You know you’ll have a badass scar afterwards right?” Peter grinned. Scott glared at him as the nurses finally finished tying up the hospital gown around him. “Yeah, and about three months of recovery afterwards. Do you know how many missions I’ll miss? We’ve literally had five in the last fortnight!” He groaned and threw his head into his hands.
Peter suddenly fell to his knees, crawling across the floor until he was basically under Scott’s swinging legs, grinning up at his face. “Yeah, but you’ll have a badass scar.”
“You just had to piss that guy off, didn’t you?!” Alex shouted as he and Peter ran drunkly across the car park, an angry wealthy-looking man chasing after them. Unfortunately, alcohol seemed to slow Peter down a hell of a lot, so with his head completely free of most thoughts, the idea of using his mutation just didn’t pop up, leaving him awarding running after Alex in attempts to stay up right. They hadn’t had too much, but even a little seemed to turn Peter’s cheetah into a sloth.
“Hey, he was whispering about us, I heard him. Besides, he probably owns a yacht, I didn’t think he would notice the money gone.” Peter shrugged.
“YOU TOOK HIS ENTIRE WALLET!”
