#queens;event03

Pietro was just doing laundry, like a good kid would do, when suddenly two people locked into an embrase burst into his dorm, grasping at each other desperately. “What the hell?” Pietro grumbled, then louder, “Get the fuck out of here, what are you even doing?” 

They (apparently) couldn’t hear him so he used his speed to shove them out the door and locked it behind them. Pietro was upset and more than anything he wanted the comfort of Emma’s sarcastic and somewhat mean diuretic. 

@Pietrun : Emma I hope you aren’t making out with someone 

@pietrun: Please come save me from all the gross people 

Pietro hoped that Emma would reply and, in the meantime, he curled up in a small ball on his bed. He missed Wanda. 

Erik had no idea what had come over him. One second he was just innocently transcribing history notes, and the next he had the most urgent need to kiss Charles for at least 20 years. What the fuck? 

Erik nearly fell flat on his face as he scrambled out of bed to find Charles. Where had the boy last said he would be? Library. Study group. Erik booked it towards the room, shoving everyone out of his way (weirdly enough, a lot of people were kissing and oh fuck he was jealous). 

As soon as Erik saw Charles, he pulled him into a deep kiss, nearly sighing with the satisfaction of finally, finally pressing his lips against his loves’. “Sorry, I, er.” Erik gulped, “I don’t know what happened, but I really needed to kiss you and also I love you more than anything in the universe?”