GENRE: fluff
WARNINGS: none
NOTES: yes jean grey has a plan <333 i'm gonna make a follow up to this for sure! it's been a draft since i started this book like 4 years ago lmao and i finally finished and edited it.

- b

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It had become somewhat of a tradition at Xavier's school, that on a Friday night, your entire group would hang out in the common room until the early hours of the morning (by special permission of Charles himself, of course). You'd mostly just goof off, watching movies, talking, eating, and playing bogus party games.

Tonight was a pretty fluid game of truth and dare, that involved mainly truths, and random people shouting stuff for other people to do.

"Okay, okay. But isn't it about time that (Y/n) showed us her powers?" Jubilee asked with a sly grin, Peter whooping at the idea, and everyone else agreed enthusiastically.

You had arrived at the school a few months earlier, and settled into their friendship group quickly. Yet, they'd never seen your powers. It wasn't because you were trying to hide anything, but simply because the opportunity never arose to do so. Your friends had obviously become curious, and at this point, you were drawing the reveal out just to piss them off a little.

"Why should I?" You crossed your arms defiantly, smiling when they all groaned.

"Because if you don't, we'll make you lick the inside of Peter's shoe as a forfeit," Jean told you, and you simply chuckled in response.

"Fine." Your hands went up in surrender, looking over at Peter, who held your feet in his lap (a usual thing for the two of you) as you both sat on the couch. "I'll do it."

Everybody cheered while you rolled your eyes. "So . . . " You began, looking around at your friends. Jean and Jubilee were sitting cross-legged on the floor, and Scott was sitting there too, his legs stretched out and his back propped up against the same arm rest you were leaning against - making his head right beneath you. Kurt, the sweetheart, was knocked out cold on a Lay-Z-Boy to the left of Peter - he was probably going to be really bummed that he missed you revealing your mutation after so long, but you still didn't have the heart to wake him up. "You guys already know that I'm an empath, right?"

They all nodded, eager to see what you could actually do.

"Well, I can basically feel people's emotions when I touch them, as well as the cause of those emotions. I can also control people's feelings." You told them, Peter letting out a low, impressed whistle.

"Show us," Scott told you, speaking up for one of the first times that evening (he always seemed to be stuck inside his own head), craning his neck to look up at you from the strange angle. "C'mon, (Y/n) . . . please."

You couldn't deny Scott begging. Not when he had the cutest puppy-dog expression, and especially not with you having a major crush on him.

"I'm doing it, I'm doing it," You relented. "But you spoke up, so I'm counting that as you volunteering to be my lab rat."

Scott shrugged, turning so that he was now facing the group properly, eyes peering up and into yours from behind his glasses. "Sure."

His eyes flickered across the room as you reached your hand down towards him. His friends were watching on with wide eyes as your fingers touched Scott. All he could seem to focus on was the fact that half of your body was basically in Peter's lap. That was, until you moved.

Your hand ran through his hair, fingers carding through brown strands, and you could've sworn he leant into you a little bit, lips parting with an almost inaudible sigh. Whatever it was, it had you smiling, before you were closing your eyes, and channeling his emotions. It used to come really easily to you (just by brushing passed someone), but you hadn't used your mutation in a while, so it took a little bit of concentration.

When you felt everything, it hit you like a truck. There was a lot going on. Your eyes fluttered open, and everyone's focus was still on you.

"You're feeling a lot. But the main thing is nervousness, because I'm reading your emotions." You chuckled, making the group snicker.

"That just means he has something to hide," Jean was grinning like crazy, enjoying it as much as the other spectators in the room.

You sighed as you began to think again, fingers running across his scalp, "You're jealous . . . of Peter."

All eyes snapped towards said man, who looked just about as oblivious as always. "Why?" He asked incredulously.

"Who wouldn't be jealous of someone that has super speed? I'd like to be able to control my powers like that." He said, nonchalantly . . . yet, you didn't buy it one bit. There was one more name popping up with the jealousy thought, and you didn't know what to make of it. It was yours. What about you did Scott have to be jealous about? You didn't know, and you didn't voice it, either.

"He's also feeling guilty about cheating on Mr. Lehnsher's class test last Tuesday." You concluded, pulling away with a grin.

Everyone began to laugh, but Scott still seemed rattled. He couldn't believe that you didn't notice the obvious. Why he was actually jealous of Peter. What he truly felt for you. He was pretty sure that you were trying to hide that fact that you knew, and that made him even more nervous.

"That's it," You told them, "I can control people's emotions, too - just for a little bit. But I don't really do it that often."

"Wicked," Peter grinned, nodding, "I wish I could do that."

"Same here," Jubilee interjected, "Maybe then I could make Tommy from English class fall in love with me."

This seemed to spark an idea in Jean's head. As the rest of everyone began to talk, she began to speak in your mind.

Act casual, okay?, she said, not even looking over at you, instead pretending to be engaged in the conversation.

'Okay.'

I wanna see if you can make someone fall in love with you, Jean told you, the corner of her lips twitching slightly.

You began to play with the hand that Peter hand rested on your thigh. You tugged at his fingers, and he didn't seem to care too much, only watching you out of the corner of his eyes for a second, beaming.

'That's cool. But my powers don't last that long if I'm not touching a person. Only about a day and change.'

That's perfect! We can see the changes in behaviour. It'll be like a psychology experiment from the telepath and empath, you could hear her say.

'Is that so smart, though? Real life isn't a TV show, Jean.'

Oh, c'mon. Just do it!, Jean encouraged, her curiosity getting the best of her, as per usual.

Peter's fingers still had your outward attention, and belatedly, you wondered, 1) why the were so big and enjoyably warm (probably because he was always vibrating), and 2) if you could paint his nails.

Silver nails would probably look cool, she commented, and you could imagine her smiling without even having to look. How about doing it on Scott?

'I mean, sure . . .'

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Scott and you walked back to your dorms on the East side of the school together. It was pretty normal for the both of you, actually, and wasn't just for that night. Your rooms were closer compared to the other's, and Scott secretly enjoyed the time to talk to you; whatever time of day.

It was mainly silent, so the thoughts that you were having were probably quite deafening for Jean. You were thinking about the fact that Scott looked good in the moonlight that shined through all of the large, archaic windows. You though about his perfect lips, that parted like they were going to say something every once in a while, but he never did.

What you didn't know, was that Scott's thoughts were so much louder. His mind was reeling with the events of that night. How you'd nearly discovered that he was hopelessly, deeply, madly in love with you. The feeling of your hands running through his hair, and how it was probably the best thing that'd ever happened to him in his entire short life (he would probably be craving it forever . . . he already was). The way your shoulders and hands kept on brushing as you walked too close, but no one made a move to space apart, or to actually touch properly. Then he thought about how both of your hands fit around one of Peter's earlier, and he bit back a cold feeling. After all, it wasn't Peter that was with you right then.

Let's just say that Jean had to create a mental blockade, just to find enough silence and peacefulness to fall asleep.

Once you reached the first door (it was his), both of your thoughts only got louder, brains getting fuzzier as you stopped in your tracks.

"Sorry about earlier." You finally blurted, hoping that at least some sincerity showed in your tone.

He grimaced at the thought of it alone. "It's okay . . . " You didn't look too convinced, and it made him feel guilty, for some reason. "Really," He reassured, a hand coming up to rest on your shoulder, comfortingly. You relaxed into his touch. "I'm just glad it was you invading my emotions, rather than anyone else. I trust you."

You looked into his eyes, utterly fucking enchanted. How was he being so kind? So trusting? After you'd just invaded his privacy, and were about to do something that was a lot more questionable, and probably worse.

God, Scott was just so . . . gentle . . . kind? You didn't know how to express it. But all you did know was that you were definitely downplaying your ideas about having a crush on him. You really, really liked Scott. You probably loved him, even. No, you definitely did.

You couldn't explain your feelings, which was highly ironic, given your abilities. And when you pulled Scott in for a hug not moments later, you couldn't seem to find the ability to feel one aorta of regret for what you were doing. You instead sighed into his shoulder, and closed your eyes. Ignoring how your heart thumped and how you felt yourself wanting to admit all kinds of things to him, you gently ran your one hand through the hair at the nape of Scott's neck. You felt him release a small breath into the crook of your neck at the feeling, and couldn't help but smile softly at the object of your affection. He was right in your arms.

You began to channel your powers soon after, projecting feelings of love into his heart (this was always how you imagined the process, but you couldn't really be sure of how you do it . . . you just, did). You wondered belatedly if he felt suspicious that you were maybe reading his emotions again. But no, that didn't seem to be clouding his thoughts at all, because he trusted you. Okay, so round about then was when you began to feel guilty.

But you didn't stop. You guessed that you were just selfish. You wanted to know what it felt like to have Scott love you back, even if for a day. It sounded strange, but that didn't stop you following through with Jean's idea.

After a few more stretched-out moments, you pulled apart. He already missed how you felt in his arms, and how your fingers ran through his hair again. Was that a thing you did now? He sure hoped so.

And even though Scott was wondering why you'd shared such a long hug, neither of you were complaining or being awkward about it, and that kind of made his heart flutter. The whole time since you left the common room, until right then - his stomach was erupting with butterflies. And it would probably be going on until you left, or until he fell asleep with you on his mind. He knew you were a talented mutant, and he wasn't sure how adoration and love wasn't just radiating off of him for you to see.

"Night, Scott." You whispered, trying to see if anything about his demeanor had changed around you.

"Night, (Y/n)." He replied softly, pausing for a moment, before he leant in and pressed a tender kiss to your cheek.

Both of you began to blush crazily as he pulled away, yet neither of you really saw it in the dark hallway. He leaned back and grabbed his door-handle, and with one last gentle smile goodbye, he slipped into his room.

He left you standing there, your fingers brushing against where his lips had been. Yeah, that was not normal, and you certainly weren't going to go against it.

Maybe your mutation had worked on him, after all.